The night sky stretched endlessly above, cloaked in darkness—until thousands of golden chains burst forth like a constellation come to life, swirling around a single figure that glowed brighter than any star.

Suspended at the heart of it all, Akira shone like a celestial beacon. Light radiated from his body in pure golden brilliance, illuminating the skyline of Kuoh City as if a second sun had risen.

It wasn't just light. It was divinity.

Azazel, who had been watching from afar, stood frozen. Beside him were Rias Gremory and her companions, who had just retreated from the battlefield. Even those busy with damage control halted what they were doing.

Everyone's gaze turned skyward—drawn in by the overwhelming majesty that was now Akira.

Surrounded by the countless chains of the Heavenly Chain, Akira's form had transformed—no longer just a boy wielding power, but a divine stake, a spear of judgment forged from light itself.

This... was the true manifestation of the weapon he had inherited.

In the parallel mythos of the Fate world, Enkidu was never just a Heroic Spirit.

He was the Noble Phantasm.

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『Vali, fall back! That power—it's not something you can take head-on!』

"I won't retreat...! Even if I die here, I will not take a single step backward!"

『Vali—!』

Vali's eyes narrowed. His breathing was sharp, focused.

He could feel it.

The overwhelming force radiating from Akira had completely surpassed his own.

This wasn't just about the Sacred Gear anymore. Akira's mastery of his second gear—its sheer depth and evolution—had reached a point that rivaled, no, surpassed the Boosted Gear, the Longinus-class Sacred Gear that housed the power of Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor.

Was he... going to lose again?

And this time, not to Boosted Gear, but to Akira's second Sacred Gear?

The bitterness rose in Vali's chest like bile. It was too absurd. Too humiliating.

"Come, Shin Akira!" Vali roared. "Show me your true strength! This is the cry of the White Dragon Emperor!!"

Pouring every last ounce of magic he possessed into one strike, Vali condensed his power into a single blazing core.

A pillar of radiant, bluish-white energy shot upward, colliding with the descending storm of divine chains.

The impact was cataclysmic.

The shockwave rippled across the battlefield, splitting the air like a tidal wave of raw energy.

Golden chains shattered midair—bursting into radiant particles one by one, fading like shooting stars as they fell.

But...

They didn't stop.

In mere fractions of a second, more chains surged forth, endless and unrelenting, piercing through the pillar of divine light with growing momentum.

Slowly, surely, they pressed forward.

This was the True Name Release of Enkidu—a power born to restrain gods, a weapon designed to subdue divine beings. Its existence was forged from concept itself: suppression, judgment, order.

The more "divine" the enemy... the stronger the chains became.

Originally created to bind Gilgamesh, the half-god, half-human King of Heroes, Enkidu was the one weapon that could match even Ea, the primordial Sword of Rupture.

Which is why, against a being like Vali—who carried the blood of Lucifer and wielded the might of the White Dragon Emperor—Chains of Heaven was overwhelmingly effective.

"No one... no one can withstand the judgment of a weapon forged to subdue the divine."

Vali's final scream of defiance echoed into the night as the massive stake of light—Akira himself—pierced through his ultimate attack.

And drove it straight into the earth.

Chains followed behind like meteors raining from the heavens, binding his wings, legs, tail—every inch of his dragon form.

The silver juggernaut—Vali in Juggernaut Drive—was shackled completely.

Then, with a soundless crack, fractures spread across his body like spiderwebs.

And in a heartbeat, the mighty form of the White Dragon Emperor shattered into pieces.

Golden chains burst upward and faded into light. What remained, slumped beneath the divine stake, was a single human figure—bloodied, broken, and barely conscious.

Vali Lucifer... had been defeated.

"Kh... cough... So that's the Balance Breaker of your second Sacred Gear, huh? Tch... It's so damn overwhelming, it makes even my Juggernaut Drive look tame..."

The chains faded, turning into gentle golden particles drifting away on the breeze. The giant divine stake slowly unraveled—restoring the form of a weary, gasping Akira.

His breaths were shallow. His body trembled.

Unleashing the True Name of the Chains of Heaven was no small feat. It had consumed nearly everything he had.

But against Vali in full Juggernaut Drive, holding back would've meant certain death.

He didn't have that luxury.

"Technically," Akira muttered through labored breaths, "...Chains of Heaven isn't even a Sacred Gear."

Vali raised a brow slightly, struggling to keep his head up.

"It's... a Noble Phantasm. A divine weapon. And, at the same time... it's me."

"A Noble Phantasm...?"

Akira nodded, his voice steady despite the exhaustion.

"A crystallization of humanity's hopes. A miracle given form through prayer and legend. A weapon born from the collective dreams of mankind."

Vali's eyes narrowed. "Hard to believe something like that actually exists in this world."

"It's not from this world," Akira replied quietly. "There's more out there than just Sacred Gears or God-killer artifacts."

He took a shaky step forward.

"Before the God of the Bible created Sacred Gears... who would've believed they were even possible? It's the same concept."

Vali chuckled bitterly and slowly sat up despite the pain in his gut.

"I lost again... and this time, completely."

Akira tilted his head. "So? You giving up?"

Vali looked up at him and laughed.

"Give up? Hell no. This is only the second time I've lost to you. Even if it takes a thousand more, I'll catch up. I'll surpass you."

Akira stared at him silently... then slowly shook his head.

"No, Vali. The distance between us... it's only going to grow wider."

Vali's grin faltered.

He couldn't deny it.

He remembered clearly—just how weak Akira had been. Back then, he was nothing but a joke, someone who only survived because of a few lucky breaks Azazel threw his way.

But now... that same boy had become a rival who crushed him not once, but twice.

Vali remembered their first fight. He lost.

Now, even after mastering Juggernaut Drive—the forbidden form of Divine Dividing—he still lost.

Worse yet... Akira hadn't even used the Boosted Gear this time.

That realization stung the most.

This was all with just his second Sacred Gear.

If Akira had used the Boosted Gear and unleashed its power to double his strength every ten seconds, the fight wouldn't have lasted this long.

He would've been obliterated instantly.

Still clutching his wounded side, Vali rose shakily to his feet. His breathing was ragged, his body covered in injuries—but not an ounce of fear lingered in his eyes.

He knew.

Akira never intended to kill him.

This battle wasn't about life or death.

It was about answering a challenge. About meeting strength with strength.

And Vali... respected that.

In the depths of his prideful heart, he couldn't help but acknowledge it.

Just then, a familiar voice echoed within Akira's mind.

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