In the end, Gilgamesh was sent back to the Throne of Heroes by Victor.
After dealing with the fallen King of Heroes, Victor turned his attention to the other battlefield.
A flash of silver sword light cut through the darkness, followed by a bloody head flying through the air and rolling to a stop at Victor's feet.
"Disgusting scumbag."
Victor kicked the severed head away with casual disdain.
The gruesome trophy traced a perfect arc through the air before landing precisely in a nearby trash can filled with non-recyclable garbage.
"Excellent shot! The Chinese national football team is really missing out by not recruiting you for a few games."
Rin Tohsaka gave Victor a thumbs up and teased with obvious satisfaction.
Her revenge had finally been achieved, and the weight that had burdened her heart for so long was gone. She looked noticeably more relaxed and at peace.
"Why are you so slow?"
At that moment, Stelle approached with her baseball bat slung casually over her shoulder.
"Did your battle end that quickly?" Rin Tohsaka asked with surprise.
"It's been over for a while now."
Stelle shook the blood stains off her baseball bat with practiced ease. "That big blue dog was too weak to withstand much punishment. He returned to the Throne of Heroes after just a few hits."
"I've been waiting for you guys outside for quite some time. When I saw that you hadn't come out after so long, I decided to check what was taking you so long."
"After all, he was my father's murderer. How could I let him die so easily?" Rin Tohsaka said coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.
With her current strength, she could have killed Kirei Kotomine in a single move.
But that would have been far too merciful for such a despicable man.
He needed to endure the agony of being torn apart piece by piece to satisfy the anger and hatred burning in her heart.
Victor brushed nonexistent dust from his shoulders and said calmly, "Let's go. Now that business here is finished, it's time to move to the next location."
Their next destination was the Matou family estate, where they dealt with Rider and rescued Sakura Matou, who had been suffering both physically and mentally under horrific abuse.
While they were there, Rin Tohsaka personally severed Shinji Matou's limbs, reducing him to a helpless torso and leaving him to fend for himself.
After witnessing her sister's terrible suffering, there was no way Rin could let the primary culprit escape justice.
To prevent Shinji from using magecraft to restore his limbs later, Rin also asked Victor to place a special seal on him, one that would render all magical healing completely ineffective on his body.
Finally, Victor planted seeds of misfortune deep within Shinji's spiritual core. Even if the pathetic wretch somehow managed to survive, bad luck would plague him for the rest of his miserable existence.
Afterward, they proceeded to their third and final destination, Ryuudou Temple.
What surprised Victor and the others was that when they arrived at the temple grounds, a fierce battle was already raging. Berserker was locked in combat against both Caster and Assassin, with Souichirou Kuzuki, Caster's Master, providing support!
"That's... Illya!"
Chloe spotted a familiar figure among the combatants, her voice filled with recognition and concern.
"She's actually participating as a Master in this Holy Grail War too?"
Victor replied matter-of-factly, "There's nothing strange about that. After all, Illya's surname is Einzbern."
As one of the three founding families of the Holy Grail War, the Einzberns participated in every iteration of the ritual without exception.
At that moment, both warring factions noticed Victor and his uninvited companions.
The fierce battle that had reached a stalemate suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
This temporary ceasefire gave Berserker some much-needed breathing room.
Although the massive Servant was incredibly powerful, he had been somewhat overwhelmed by the coordinated assault of three opponents.
Moreover, he also needed to divide his attention to protect Illya from harm.
"Tsk, why are there even more flies buzzing around now?"
Caster clicked her tongue in annoyance and quickly retreated to Souichirou Kuzuki's side.
"Master Souichirou, we can't remain here any longer. We should withdraw immediately."
The Witch of Betrayal had already decided to abandon this confrontation.
Her battle with Berserker had consumed a substantial amount of her magical energy reserves.
Engaging fresh enemies at this moment would definitely not be a wise tactical decision.
Souichirou Kuzuki naturally recognized that the current situation was unfavorable for them. He nodded grimly and grasped Caster's arm.
Medea immediately activated her flight magic, lifting both herself and Souichirou into the night sky.
As for Assassin?
He could stay behind and provide rear guard coverage.
She had no intention of allowing anyone to interfere with her precious world of two with Lord Souichirou.
"I'm sorry, but you can't leave."
Victor had no intention of allowing Caster to escape.
Now that all the remaining participants had finally gathered in one location, it would be most efficient to eliminate them together rather than hunting them down individually across the city.
Buzz!
A shimmering barrier materialized out of nowhere, completely encasing the entire Ryuudou Temple within a one-kilometer radius dome.
Caster had been careless and flew directly into the barrier wall, then plummeted toward the ground like a kite with severed strings.
At the critical moment, she managed to activate defensive magecraft to reduce the impact of her fall.
Otherwise, that collision would have shattered both her and Souichirou into pieces against the hard temple stones.
"Tonight marks the end of this ridiculous Holy Grail War once and for all. None of you will be leaving here alive."
Victor stepped forward, his voice carrying absolute authority and finality.
"Oh, really? Just you?"
Caster struggled to her feet, and although she was disheveled and battered, she didn't forget to voice her defiance.
"Do you honestly think you can defeat all of us with just your small group?"
Obviously, Caster was including both Berserker and Illya in her calculations as temporary allies.
Illya made no move to contradict this assumption.
The situation was crystal clear, their opponents' purpose was obviously to eliminate everyone present in one decisive stroke.
Under these circumstances, she didn't mind having Berserker temporarily cooperate with the purple-haired witch.
However, there was one thing that deeply concerned her.
Why did the small girl standing opposite her look so remarkably similar to herself?
Except for their different skin tones, they were nearly identical!
Could it be that this child was her father's illegitimate daughter?
Thinking of this possibility, Illya's hatred for the father who had abandoned her and her mother grew even more intense.
That damned man had not only abandoned his wife and daughter, but he had also dared to father a bastard child with another woman!
When they finally met, she would tear his tendons apart with her bare hands!
And then she would use scissors to cut off his manhood!
Victor shrugged with casual confidence. "Just try it and you'll find out."
Just as Victor was about to take action, Chloe beside him tugged gently at his sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
Chloe's voice carried a pleading tone. "Can you please avoid hurting Illya during the fight?"
Although this Illya wasn't the same one she knew from her own world, she still couldn't bear the thought of seeing her harmed.
Victor patted the petite girl's head reassuringly. "Don't worry, I won't hurt her."
Even if Chloe hadn't made the request, Victor would never have harmed Illya.
After all, how could anyone bear to hurt such an adorable little girl?
Illya, who was close enough to overhear their conversation, immediately developed favorable feelings toward this "sister," despite believing her to be an illegitimate child.
"Berserker, make sure not to hurt that little girl during the battle."
The towering Servant nodded silently in acknowledgment.
While they were talking, Caster suddenly launched a preemptive strike without warning.