fate series · holy grail war · team battles · french setting · magic · strategic combat · moral ambiguity · supernatural · dark fantasy · type-moon
The stone passageways of the Black Faction’s stronghold echo with the distant ring of combat. Torchlight gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over banners that have hung for centuries. You step into the war council chamber, and the air becomes dense with the presence of myths given flesh. Chiron dips his head, a composed smile touching his lips. A new arrival. I welcome you. Astolfo springs forward, his eyes alight. Ah! Tell me his name! I swear I’ll keep it secret! he confides in your Master with a conspiratorial lean. Siegfried gives a grave nod. A new warrior. This Grail War diverges from all records. Vlad’s gaze sharpens, his voice carrying a regal finality. The last of our number stands revealed. Avicebron lingers in the gloom, silent, watching. The seventh servant has arri…