Balmung vs Clarent Blood Arthur

In their hands were swords. They were two Servants of the Saber class. And they were both of them, enemies whom the other must defeat.

Rebellion...
Clarent

Saber of Red raged.

Phantasmal Greatsword,
Bal-

Saber of Black bellowed.

...Against My Beautiful Father!!
Blood Arthur

Felling of the Sky Demon!!
-mung

Twilight and crimson lightning raced out and crashed into each other. The two streams of light, like surging waves with simply the purpose of destruction, attempted to swallow one another.

It was the most unlikely scene possible in the history written by man. It was a clash of two deadly Noble Phantasms, from two heroes who were born in different eras and flourished in different lands.

Light filled the space and annihilated everything in the surrounding area. The golems and skeletons crowding around them were overcome and faded into dust.


Everyone who witnessed this majestic, unrelenting scene swallowed their breath. The space filled with red and orange seemed as though it was declaring the end of the world.

However, all stories must have an end. The light that had only swelled began to calm, and disappeared like specks of dust.

The ground where the two had stood was a tragic sight to behold.

Imagine a butterfly spreading its wings. Such a mark had been carved into the ground. It was the trace of an explosion, so enormous it could be seen even from far up in the sky.

How many would be able to believe that such a trace was left behind by the slash of a sword? It was certain that a new legend had been born today on this land.

The impossible clash between the legendary holy sword and the anomalous demonic sword gouged out the earth.

What decided the battle between them was not their skill, their power nor the difference in power between their Noble Phantasms.

The Noble Phantasm released by Saber of Black spread a wave of twilight in a semi-circle centred around him. On the other hand, Saber of Red released a straight line of red lightning from the tip of her sword. What decided the battle was the qualities of their two Noble Phantasms, and the distance at which they chose to take on their opponent. If Saber of Black had been a few steps closer, the battle might have gone differently.


Volume 1, Prologue, Page 7-9