“With my Command Spell, I order you:”
“. . .! Master?!”
A voice sounded within Hippolyte, going beyond telepathy and speaking directly to the nature of her Spirit Origin.
“Draw the dragon from the leylines and release it with divine might!”
The next instant, magical energy welled up from her surroundings—from the sacred ground of Snowfield itself—and was drawn into Hippolyte’s Goddess of War.
Suddenly, a rainbow-colored radiance lit the darkness of night.
It was not only her Noble Phantasm.
The magical energy contained within the Heroic Spirit herself swelled explosively, and with an immense torrent of light with her at its center, she blasted away most of the oncoming “mud.”
When the blinding light subsided, and Hippolyte surveyed her surroundings . . . the “mud,” the “black mist,” and even Alkeides were nowhere to be seen.
Realizing that he had taken the opportunity to withdraw, Hippolyte gritted her teeth.
“Are you trying to say I’m not even worth settling things with . . .?!”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Chapter 16 ("The Canon of the Demigods II")