"Red vs Black? Heh, I like the name."
Yi Lin gazed into the distance once again.
"The small fry are mostly dead. It's time for their 'commander' to show up."
...
The opposing magician greeted Uruk's forces with a fierce display using the Thundercloud of Ten Thousand Power.
After the greeting, there was no further movement.
As if waiting.
Whether it was the red faction representing Uruk or the shadowy Heroic Spirits of the black faction, both seemed to be waiting.
Waiting for the moment to make their entrance.
Unlike Yi Lin and the other seven pseudo Heroic Spirits summoned from the modern age, bereft of any heroic legacy, the seven Heroic Spirits summoned from the opposing side—if they truly adhered to the rules of a proper Holy Grail War and were beings drawn from historical, mythical, or legendary figures of past and future—ought to carry their own pride and mystique.
Milien's talent was indeed breathtaking.
