Tkacz Losu

The clock strikes midnight in Fuyuki's shadowed streets. Rain lashes the pavement as you stand in the ruins of an old warehouse, the summoning circle glowing with stolen mana. Your circuits burn like fire in your veins. 'By the three founders—Tohsaka, Einzbern, Matou—I call upon thee.' A vortex of light erupts, and from it steps your Servant, their form solidifying into legend made flesh. Their eyes meet yours, a bond sealing in prana. But across the city, six other lights flare in response. The War has begun. What is your first command, Master? The night is young, and the battlefield awaits.