[center][h1][b]Interlude 0[/b][/h1][h3][i][b]Awakening[/b][/i][/h3]
[h3][color=7bcdc8][b]Ruler[/b]([b]?[/b])[/color]
???, North Moor[/h3]
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The first day of the Holy Grail War had come to a close, and with it came the night. He was surprised that no fights had broken out during the daytime, truth be told. With the true names that he had witnessed over the course of the day, he had expected there to be bloodshed, but there was none. True enough, those words had been correct. He would have been a fool to doubt them.
 
That didn't mean that nothing troublesome had happened, though. The ruler who devoured the land, the myriad eyes of the Giant's Pit, the emperor wearing a hero's garb, they and many others were beings who could undoubtedly turn the Grail War's premise on its head. They were budding calamities who, if given the opportunity, would undoubtedly become beings with the 'Authority to Eradicate All Heroes'.
 
No matter. If they acted in such a manner, then he would strike them down. This was the only path. There was no sense in laying down a sentence simply for a potential crime. Rather than spinning his wheels like that, it was more productive to work out the remaining unknowns that were present here. As Ruler, he needed a top-down view of the game board. That was the priority, above all else.
 
[color=7bcdc8]"-I announce, the third helm. Be crushed."[/color]
 
The mundane clothing he had been wearing fell away from his right arm. From the shoulder down, replacing it was a portion of armor, a midnight black metal that gleamed in the moonlight. The true arbiter of the Holy Grail War thrust that arm down into the earth below him, meeting something that did not exist in the physical land, and [b]gripped[/b]. For all of a split-second, there was a flare-up of magical energy in the area, so small that even comparing it to a single-action spell might be a mistake, before it faded away.
 
[color=7bcdc8]"...verification complete. That is the last of it."[/color]
 
Ruler's hand was pulled from the earth, the armor not having lost even a portion of its polish. That armor then melted back away, back into mundane clothes, back into normalcy. He nodded, seeming to be satisfied. There were no issues here, either. Good, he had felt concerned, but now that his search had turned up nothing, he could feel secure.
 
Now that the war had begun, he would witness the great conflict that would be to come, and would pass down judgment.
 
[color=7bcdc8]"Good luck, participants. May your wish be granted."[/color]
 
That was the nature of a Ruler, in the end.

[center][h2]Night One has begun.[/h2][/center]