The boy Prelati, high on the speed of freefall, settled on a target. That done, he spread his arms as he continued his head-first descent. Then, in the midst of the endless expanse of sky, he chanted, recited, sang. He sang the praises of his Noble Phantasm and chanted verses expressing the joy of deploying it.
“I make an offering. To this broken world I offer blessings and thanks and sacrifices!”
“I offer thanks to mother Até, born the embodiment of madness!”
“I offer blessings to the holy spirits of the world, who taught me magecraft, the madness of men!”
“O saint and knight who showed me a different madness, neither of you were mistaken!”
“I make an offering! To all humanity, permitted by this broken world, I offer the sacrifice that is me!”
As Prelati shouted his self-centered invocation, the space around him began to distort. As he hurtled toward the surface, he bellowed the name of the great magecraft that was his Noble Phantasm at the ground.
“Grand Illusion!”

***

“Alright. By my Command Seal, I order Berserker...” Haruri began, slowly raising her hands — when she all too suddenly dropped into a bottomless hell.
Only Bazdilot, standing a few meters in front of her with his gun at the ready, remained unchanged. The sky abruptly rushed away upward. In other words, Bazdilot was falling along with her.

Go back a few seconds.
Filia was the first to notice the abnormality.
“...This magical energy... A descendent of those Mycenaean freeloaders?”
The instant she muttered those words, she saw it. The ground under her feet vanished without warning and she began to fall.
“Hey?!”
She hurriedly attempted to fly, then realized that the magical energy filling the space around her had vanished.
“This is... You didn’t fool me; you fooled the world’s texture! Unbelievable!”
A look around told her that the ground under her feet was not all that had vanished. A perfect circle of land, centered on the meat processing plant and encompassing most of the factory district, was gone. A blackness with no visible bottom gaped in its place. On top of that, all the magical energy in the area had disappeared without a trace. The Scradio Family mages, Filia, Alkeides and even the giant Berserker were all falling alike. As they all resigned themselves to freefall, Filia glared at the source of the phenomenon.
The boy who had plummeted to earth with death-defying speed flashed the homunculus who was glaring at him an innocent grin. It seemed that some contrivance allowed him, and him alone, to use magical energy. He adjusted his speed to match Filia, Haruri, Bazdilot and Alkeides, who had only just begun falling, standing shoulder to shoulder with them as they were all swallowed by the bottomless pit.
“Hey there. I see a lot of new faces. Has it already been a day since I met the archer there on a snowy mountain?”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Chapter 12 ("Day 2, Morning")