"Hmm. That Crest has to have something in it, don't you think? Well, even if it doesn't, his specs are good enough to where we can outfit him just fine."

The kidnapped magus laid still, his mind suspended in darkness and his body immobile save for the rising and falling of his chest with each passing second. 

"Ah, he looks like he's in pain. Don't worry, don't worry, you're safe now. All of your suffering, all of your tragedy, I'll take it. But...for now, you'll have to bear with me. For everyone's sake, I have some things I need to do before that."

Bright, bright, bright. Myriad colors flowed together in the air, an aurora made manifest upon the ground. A hand was set down upon the Magic Crest of the Cartisius as that light cleaved the night apart. 

"...And thus I pray, that all tragedies will end."

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[b][center]DAY TWO[/center][/b]
The Sun peered above the edge of sight once more, bringing light back onto the city. After the dragonslayer had defeated a demon, after a Master had been stolen away into the night, after a Servant had been struck down by an unknown force, all things returned to the light of day. 

And so, the war continues.