The skies darkened, and a regal figure descended onto the battlefield. Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, gazed upon the assembled Servants with an air of superiority, his eyes sweeping across the landscape like a king surveying his kingdom. His expression was a mask of petulance, his face twisted in a scowl.
"Why must I always be surrounded by such inferior beings?" he complained, his voice whiny and petulant. "You call yourselves heroes? Ha! You are but mere pretenders to the throne of greatness."
Artoria's eyes narrowed, her grip on Excalibur tightening as she took a step forward. "You dare to speak to us in such a manner?" she asked, her voice firm.
Gilgamesh's gaze fell upon Artoria, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before moving on to the others. "I dare? I am the King of Heroes, the greatest king the world has ever known. I will not be silenced by the likes of you."
Shiro watched Gilgamesh with interest, his eyes analyzing the King's movements. Gilgamesh's gaze fell upon Shiro, his eyes lingering on him for a moment.
"You," Gilgamesh said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can stand against me? I have fought against the greatest heroes of all time. You are but a mere mortal."
Gilgamesh raised his hand, and the Gate of Babylon opened, summoning hundreds of Noble Phantasms below B-rank. Shiro's eyes widened as he intercepted the projectiles, his Impenetrable Armor glowing with a faint blue light.
Gilgamesh's scowl deepened. "You think you can block my Noble Phantasms? I will show you my true power."
The Gate of Babylon opened once more, summoning multiple high-ranking Noble Phantasms. Shiro dodged and blocked the attacks, his movements lightning-fast. However, he couldn't avoid all of them, and he gained several injuries.
Artoria watched the battle with concern, her eyes fixed on Shiro. She seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment to intervene, her grip on Excalibur tightening as she prepared to strike.
Gilgamesh's eyes flashed with anger as he summoned the Inverted Spear of Heaven, a Noble Phantasm of immense power. Artoria's eyes widened, and she seemed about to summon her own Noble Phantasm. However, she hesitated, remembering her promise to protect Irisviel.
"I won't let you harm Irisviel," she muttered to herself.
Shiro, on the other hand, seemed undaunted. He faced the multiple high-ranking Noble Phantasms, his Impenetrable Armor glowing with a fierce blue light. The battle raged on, Shiro dodging and blocking the attacks.
Despite being outnumbered, Shiro refused to back down. He fought with all his might, his body a blur of steel and fury. Gilgamesh's scowl deepened, his face twisted.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the battle ended. Shiro stood tall, his armor battered and bruised. Gilgamesh's scowl deepened, his face twisted in a petulant expression.
"You," Gilgamesh said, his voice cold. "You are not as weak as I thought. But still, you are no match for me."
Shiro bowed, his eyes still fixed on Gilgamesh. "Thank you, King of Heroes."
Artoria approached Shiro, her eyes filled with concern. "Shiro, are you alright?" she asked.
Shiro nodded, his movements stiff. "I'm fine, Artoria. Thanks for your concern."
Gilgamesh's scowl deepened, his face twisted in a petulant expression. "I suppose you two think you're strong now. But I'll be watching you. Don't think you can defeat me so easily next time."
The King of Heroes disappeared, leaving Artoria and Shiro to ponder their next move