Those present here are no longer normal humans, each one of them is here as a "magus" who tries to look for the akasha records or simply the root, and now what they most desire is the "Holy Grail" an artifact that for the magus is able to fulfill any desire no matter which, but the magus do not look for the same desire, no, what they want is to fulfill their own desire. It doesn't matter if it is the destruction of the world or that the dead come back to life the Grail will fulfill it no matter who asks for it, although . . . there is only one problem with this great artifact fulfills desires a fateful defect that is the cause of everything seen now, the Holy Grail will only fulfill one wish among the millions of humans that might need it, it will only choose one so that it reaches what it wants.

It was for this reason that a ritual was born capable of destroying the world itself if it were to be discovered or out of control, where magus and not magus, if this was the case, would face each other to death in order to make the Grail fulfill its desire, but this is not the explanation of why that ritual could destroy the world by simple magus that could barely be stronger than the average human through their magic that could generate powerful abilities, but these did not surpass the dominion of a human or science itself, so what is the reason that this war, the so-called "Holy Grail war" was so dangerous? For the answer were the "Servants" beings whose exploits were marked in humanity whether good or bad reaching a different plane when dying called the "throne of heroes", these spirits were called by the magus who became "masters" won the command spells the irrefutable proof that they were capable of possessing and invoking a "Servant" who was placed in one of the seven main classes of this war to fight against the other Servants until death and the last one standing was the winner, these heroes were beings who came out of what was reality itself arriving at fantasy, that is to say they returned to the legends of fairies and dragons in reality.

So it had been in the last three wars until the grail itself disappeared without any reason without a real war of the Holy Grail occurring again even though the whole world was trying to achieve this ritual as the families Einzbern, Makiri and Tohsaka had done, but only got imperfect copies of only five Servants at most until a miracle occurred that was never expected, the Grail itself manifested itself and began to select masters throughout the world not only by reviving this war with 7 Servants but doubled the number, thus generating what would be known to all the magus of the world as the Great War of the Holy Grail.

So what's in store for these masters and their servants in this field struggle? Only they will be able to know, or that was expected. . .

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Where once there was silence now the roar of metal dominated, the figures of two beings in armor present in the desert area, as their weapons crashed non-stop, generating unimaginable blows for any human being to be observed. Even though the stabs were subtle but powerful, no error was shown on the part of the fighters in any second when their weapons collide causing cracks where their feet touched due to the power used to defeat the other being always a failure which caused them to retreat again. Without losing a second they rushed back towards their enemy so that the stabs would continue, without any one retreating, showing determination in this fight until the end, everything changed when an accurate blow caused their helmets to be broken by their opponent as well as their weapons, forcing them to move a few meters away; that's how silence came back, but this time it was different.

When their helmets destroyed disappear in particles of light, both fighters observed the opposite face, which only proved a truth already known, seeing each other showed a strange feeling, as if the reunion was happy and sad at the same time. Both had once been acquaintances, companions perhaps in serving the same king. But these heroes were bound by a larger bond that could not be changed by anyone.

- "And to think that you would be my enemy" - pronounced the Saber of the green faction with a sad look towards its blue counterpart -does this war perhaps want to show me my mistakes?

- "I couldn't answer that" -replied the Saber of the blue faction with a cold look like metal- "both of us once serve the same king, both of us are united by blood, but our endings were different. Even though everything had happened in these lands," - he observed the forest far from the city, which was still deserted, except for them.

- "Do you hate me for what I did?" - the voice of the knight in white armor was quiet, but there was some sadness in his gaze as he saw what his words would mean to his enemy in this war.

- "He could not do it, though he would never be able to" - answered his enemy that even with his serious countenance he would not be believed, but in his voice one could see sincerity in every word said.

- "I can at least thank you for that" -he smiled with some melancholy as he watched the moon, forgetting for a moment his battle to the death- ", even if we didn't get along well he wanted it to go back to the way it was when we were alive".

- "We can no longer be as we were before, we were never something to be remembered" - his armor, dark as night, shone while a sword still sheathing appeared on his waist, then his previous weapon was discarded, like the helmet in particles of light – "now we can only kill each other" - without fear, but pure determination took the handle of the sword on his waist firmly while he watched his enemy, someone he had to overcome at this moment.

- "you are right" - in response to the attitude of his opponent, the knight removed his torn cape, while the aura of his armor white as snow itself left behind its ancient white glow to change to a bluish white emanating in the same amount of aura as his counterpart which shone in the same color even though small bluer shimmers were noticed – "is the only thing we can do" - his voice now only harbored the determination of a warrior who gambled his honor in battle.

At the same time that the "Saber of blue" drew his sword, the "Saber of green" freed his from his spiritual confinement; the energy released by both heroes was unimaginable, those who observe them could not understand what was happening between these warriors, faced in the fight to the death.