“I saw that move coming.”, the boy declared dispassionate as ever. He unleashed his magical energy as a counter to Enkidu’s main body.
High-density magical energy adjusted for the sole purpose of destruction.
If Enkidu dodged it, the tallest building in Snowfield would have been reduced to bricks in an instant.
The boy, fully aware of that, shot without hesitation. He had zero reasons to care about the concealment of magecraft. Enkidu also temporarily dropped their principle of arcane concealment.
Not that Enkidu’s Master, a silver wolf, ever put any thought into the arcane concealment in the first place.
Countless chains rose from the ground below, enveloping the whole building.
It didn’t stay that way for more than a few seconds, so a civilian watching from a distance could assume they saw Crystal Hill testing a special light setup for some event. And every mage watching the situation would make a face begging for mercy.
That is because they would know they’re dealing with a Heroic Spirit, someone who requires a fair deal of power to stop.
After reaching the rooftop, the swarm of chains kept stretching higher to the skies, becoming a gigantic heavenward tree.
“Haha...”
Verifying that the attack he fired was absorbed into the great tree of light, and its energy used to stretch the chains even further, the boy sneered.
“I wish Flat could see this. He would have loved this over-the-topness.”

Fate/Strange Fake, Volume 7; Chapter 21 (Beings Shaped In Man's Image)