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The Great Holy Grail war. Seven heroes of [color=red]Red[/color]. Seven heroes of [color=0072bc]Blue[/color]. And the fools who summoned them. 

An imitation of Troy, that battleground of the demigods. But none of them can truly understand the hell they have unleashed. None of them fought on those beaches, for those gates. None understand the true tragedy that the Gods unleashed against those shining heroes.

Who will destroy? Who will be destroyed?

Who will break free of the fate that has been ordained?
[color=2e2c2c]Who will be drowned in [b]despair?[/b][/color][h3][color=0072bc]Blue[/color] Team Base[/h3][/center]
Hektor stood in his study, facing a large window, arms folded behind his back. The time had finally come. It felt like he had been waiting for aeons, and yet he could have made use of so much more time. Even now, at the eve of the war, he could only afford a moment away from the work, just to take a small glimpse at the summoning. 

The window overlooked the courtyard, the place where the team had summoned their Servants. It was a strange-looking bunch, Masters and Servants alike. Some of them hardly Magi, some of them hardly human. But none of that mattered. They were here, and the success of the ritual was up to them. It was too late to worry whether they could do it. The die was cast. 

Seeing the servants, Hektor’s heart panged. He was taken back, mentally, to all those years ago. Recalling his own partner, he briefly smiled. But that was the only thing worth remembering fondly - those torturous hyenas, that disgusting worm-man vampire, and the horrifying woman summoned by the Einzberns - the rest of it was a black hole of fear. Though he needed to supervise the Grail, to make sure the ritual could succeed - perhaps that was partially an excuse. He had no desire to go through that hell again.

The group’s opponents had already arrived, but they, too, were a necessary part. This was to be a war between heroes, after all. Those who were doomed, and those who were chosen by fate. But perhaps, here, fate could be overturned. 

If only he had been able to prepare more, but understanding the Grail alone had taken so long, let alone integrating it into his own systems. Giving a brief hand signal to the group below, all the acknowledgement they required, before turning away from the window. Perhaps he would never see any of them again. 
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A helmeted man in black rode his brown horse slowly across the Turkish countryside, the sun acting as a beacon for his destination, and the sea remaining by his side. The trip was a mostly quiet and uneventful one. Of course, given the circumstances, such a slow journey was required, if not needed. The rider woefully possessed only a modest proficiency in horseback riding. Still, he did not want to be cooped up in a crowded bus, nor did he desire to be driven here by someone else. In life, he was a skilled rider, and his mother even told him so!

It was a shame that the Ruler class did not possess the “Riding” skill.

“[color=a187be]Ah, I’m running a bit late, it seems…[/color]” Ruler sighed, disappointed at his lack of promptness. The war probably already started by now! It was a bit annoying that he was summoned in Istanbul, of all places… Still, it was nice to visit that city once more. It was nice to see that such a place was properly maintained even now. It didn’t help that Istanbul and the destination of the Holy Grail War were on two opposing sides of a bay. Perhaps taking a boat would have been the more responsible choice? Ruler began to ruminate on the idea, before chuckling to himself moments after. Riding a boat to Troy is possibly the worst thing to do, after all!