Lance looked at the golden, glittering man before him. "Golden Glitter, today is the day I get my revenge." He snapped his fingers, and countless black holes appeared behind him. Weapons poured out: light machine guns, assault rifles, all kinds of rocket launchers, pistols, and even missiles... Every kind of modern firearm, all of them an eerie black. Watching this, Golden Glitter said with amusement, "A mongrel is a mongrel. All you can do is play these little tricks." He raised a hand, and countless Noble Phantasms appeared behind him as well. "Die," they said at the same time. A black torrent of bullets and missiles collided with a golden torrent made up of countless Origin Noble Phantasms.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
