The True Skull: First of all, I never said that Saber was wounded, just that the weapons were touching her (the shots were stopped by her breastplate). Secondly, an FGO's example does not make much sense given the situation. We are in the Rifts universe, Rifts rules apply.

Author's note: The four previous chapters were intended to explain how Fuyuki ended up on Rifts Earth. Chapter five is a transitional chapter, with little action, a lot of descriptions. But I hope you find it interesting. After all, you will also meet a very important new character... the main "villain" of Rifts Earth RPG.

Shift

16,000 years ago, the great island-continent of Atlantis was the beacon of human civilization. The True Atlanteans had built magnificent cities thanks to their Stone Magic, modeling the hardest stones like clay, assembling stone blocks with a hand gesture, raising temples of Greek style as well as huge pyramids in charge of stabilizing the leylines crossing the island.

It was an age of magic and wonders...

And the True Atlanteans, proud of their knowledge and achievements, manipulated time and space, opening up Rifts to other worlds in their greed to know everything, and to explore everything. They did not listen to those who cared about their recklessness, they believed in their own power.

However, arrogance has led many to their downfall.

Thus, this age of wonder ended in terror and devastation when a cataclysm tore the island of Atlantis from reality. The catastrophe was so brutal that it left only a few hundred thousand survivors among the Atlanteans. The survivors left the Earth, ashamed of having caused their own fall by excessive pride. As atonement for their sin, they set out in search of their lost homeland, becoming champions and protectors for all who knew the oppression of the evil supernatural forces. As for the cataclysm, it was never forgotten. The millennia passed. But the account of the fall of Atlantis, distorted by the passage of time, continued to be repeated by the priests of Sais in Egypt. Then this legend was reduced to writing by a Greek magistrate called Solon, kept by his family for centuries, until Socrates heard about it, then that Plato - his pupil- makes it famous by narrating it in two books: the Critias and the Timaeus.

But for the men who lived afterward, it was just a legend... nothing more.

Grain by grain, the sand of time passed through the great hourglass of the cosmos.

The world ravaged by the flood caused by the fall of Atlantis saw the appearance of new civilizations.

In the eyes of the universe, it lasted only a wink... again humanity prospered. After the disappearance of magic, caused by the cataclysm, men turned to technology: genetic engineering, robotics, power of the atom, space constructions, supercomputers, lasers, and nano-machines. These were the new frontiers that men had discovered and pushed back.

But the man had not become wiser.

And again, his arrogance led him to his ruin.

Ironically, the cataclysm of December 22, 2098, brought about the return of magic... and Atlantis.

When the True Atlanteans learned that their homeworld had undergone a new cataclysm that had nullified the consequences of their own recklessness, some clans returned to Earth.

Unfortunately for them, more than a century had already passed. At first, surprised and amazed that the island of Atlantis had reappeared, the True Atlanteans were horrified to discover that their homeland was occupied by the Splugorths.

Among the supernatural monstrosities that the True Atlanteans had fought during their long wanderings, the Spugorths were among the worst. They were Alien Intelligence (1), that is to say... let's say gods belonging to a very ancient divine generation, well before the appearance of man and divinities having taken human form. All Alien Intelligences had a monstrous appearance and a mind very different from that of man, often incomprehensible because based on values and concepts that had no equivalent in the human mind.

Not all Alien Intelligence was hostile to man or "evil" (the terms "good" and "evil" actually having no meaning for these beings with incomprehensible motives). But the Spugorths were among the vilest creatures in existence. They were looters who opened Rifts from one universe to another to seize innocent people and enslave them or steal wealth. They experimented horribly with the people they captured, infecting them with parasites to control them, using symbiotic organisms to make them stronger unless they injected them with microbes that made them mutate horribly. The monsters thus created served as gladiators for circus games.

But the worst was that the Splugorths had stolen from the True Atlanteans their science of dimensional travel.

This fact had enraged the Atlanteans, making them irreducible enemies of the Spugorths.

That a Splugorth chose to settle on Atlantis was not a coincidence, it was a deliberate insult and a challenge.

Atlantis, Splynn city, 110 P.A.

The city of Splynn was beautiful in its strangeness, strange in its beauty.

The capital of the Splugorth kingdom of Atlantis was an assembly of harmonious constructions born of a mind clearly different from that of a human.

Some skyscrapers exceeded several hundred floors. These gigantic buildings looked more like baroque jewels alternating polished and glittering metal plates, with variously colored prisms or sections like a tangle of arachnidan structures.

The smaller buildings crowded around the larger ones, like chicks around their mothers. Some buildings were pyramids, some were arenas, some were domes, spheres, or crystal twins, and some even looked like arms finished with claws that seemed to want to unhook the sky. None of the buildings were identical to their neighbor, but the city as a whole looked more like an art exhibition than chaos.

In the sky, you could see winged animals like pegasus or griffins, magical flying boats, but also many weird machines.

The first light of day illuminated the highways that ran between the buildings. Vehicles crossed in great numbers. Some looked like cars, trucks, and motorcycles like the ones you could see elsewhere. Others were strange prismatic assemblies, or sumptuous barges floating above the road, or robots with the appearance of insects.

Splynn was a megacity of 8 million people teeming with life and animation. The city was famous throughout the Megaverse (2) for its market selling slaves, magical objects, Techno-Wizardry objects, symbiotic organisms, parasites, instruments of torture, strange animals, and a thousand other wonders and horror bought or stolen from hundreds of parallel universes.

And in the center of the city was a gigantic pyramid, white and immaculate, nearly ten times higher than that of Cheops.

It was the palace of the king-god of Atlantis...

The creature looked like a living nightmare. The top of the face disappeared under a helmet adorned with spikes and horns. A glass-mirror visor concealed his eyes. But nothing hid the horrible mouth devoid of lips from which protruded fine and sharp teeth.

The being had no other clothes than a short loincloth, but he wore a backpack which was a kind of machine with many vials filled with luminescent liquids. And from these vials were fine pipes that joined the bracelets on the legs and arms of the monster. Other pipes formed a harness on his chest.
He walked with his legs bent, waddling, and held a sort of long staff between his long hands at the ends of his arms so long that the monster could almost touch the ground. At the end of his stick was a glass sphere, partly filled with a clear liquid, in which a living eye the size of a tennis ball floated.

He was a lieutenant of the Lord of Atlantis. The inhabitants of Earth did not know the name of these creatures. Humans called them "Splugorth High Lords."

The High Lord crossed the white marble corridors that formed the interior of Splynn's Great Pyramid. He was insensitive to the paths decorated with delicate frescoes, the multiple statues of dragons that appeared everywhere. Nor did he gaze upon the colonnaded interior gardens lit up by Globe of Daylight spells. He came every day and the wonderful spectacle was as usual to him as the obsequiosity of the Khydian guards.

These purple-skinned giants stood guard at every door, at every crossing. They wore armor made of mails and metal plates, but also including Techno-magic circuits that plunged into their flesh through multiple electrodes. The helmet covered only the back of the head, revealing the brutal faces of the Khydians, with their lower canines protruding from their lips as well as the bone spurs coming out of their chin. Only the eyes were hidden by metal visors.

Each guard on duty in the pyramid was armed with a Staff of Pacification. The weapon looked like a metal stick topped by an oval glass vial. In the vial was imprisoned a Zembahk, an intelligent creature resembling a worm with one eye... the gentle soul had been transformed into a living battery to powered the spells that the staff could cast.

These elite guards were nicknamed Overlords. Powerful, loyal, innumerable, they reproduced very quickly and reached their full maturity in a few years. It was the strength of their legions that had enabled the Splugorths to conquer so many worlds.

The High Lord went through one last door and entered a room that looked a bit like a stadium. There were no seats filled with spectators, just a peristyle forming a sort of wide walk, and between each column, an Overlord.

The bottom of the "stadium" was a lake of bubbling mud. Going down the stairs to the mud bath, the High Lord knelt down:

"My Lord, it is time to wake you up. Your people need your wisdom. Your army awaits your orders. Your Magi want to show you their latest achievements. We all need your august presence."

There was an eddy in the mud and an orange light appeared in the depths. A calm male voice, strangely persuasive and conciliatory, came to him, saying:

"Ah... Kynnatury... how are you, my friend?"

The High Lord named Kynnatury bowed deeply:

"I am honored that my god remembers the unworthy creature that I am."

The answer made the "god" in question laugh:

"There are only three High Lord on Atlantis, I could hardly forget the names of my three lieutenants."

The creature went from fun to a more thoughtful tone:

"You're right to wake me up. I could sleep for weeks and my kingdom needs me."

Kynnatury straightened up slightly:

"And you can't stay that long without eating. You're still growing, My Lord."

In fact, the master of Atlantis was only 72,000 years old... according to the standards of his species, he was in his late teens. In fact, at least one adult Splugorth was still on the island of Atlantis to advise and assist him.

From the mud-filled basin came out several tentacles, some of which were terminated by mouths filled with sharp teeth. One of the tentacles even nestled around Kynnatury:

"Yet you may have made a mistake waking me up. I was dreaming... and my mind had freed itself from space and time. In my dream, I saw... a golden cup, perfect, very beautiful, a sacred cup capable of fulfilling all the desires of men. Something they will covet. Something they will kill for. In my dream, I overturned the cup, and... a liquid came out of it, a black and foul mud, the materialization of all curses, all sins weighing on humanity."

The High Lord remained pensive for a few moments. He hoped that his master would not again put himself in danger, like the time he teleported to Scotland to face another Alien Intelligence that had just crossed a Rift. Kynnatury cautiously tried to calm the impetuosity of his young god:

"My Lord, maybe it was just a dream."

The mud bath boiled and a horrible form emerged:

A mound of lumpy, slime-covered flesh with a 12 ft eye with a filmy, semi-transparent eyelid surrounded by a crown of protective spines. Protruding flesh is eleven tentacles, four of which have a mouth and teeth, of lengths ranging from more than 25 ft of the giant eye. The creature - a Splugorth- was absolutely terrifying, but it wasn't just a monster. Several metallic box-like machines and bracelets-like objects stuck far out its tentacles, bundles of wiring connected them together and plunged into his protective spine crown.

Technology was a part of him.

The Splugorth went on to say:

"No, it's a vision. I'm worried. For centuries, I managed to keep the balance between the different forces trying to seize or destroy Rifts Earth. An object like this "Grail" could upset the balance of forces. And then, I admire these little persevering insects that are called humans... I don't want their own sins to end up annihilating them. Nor would I want anyone to make a wish that would make me lose Atlantis... this is my home. And I'm happy here."

Kynnatury thought for a moment:

"Precisely, My Lord, you could seize this Grail and establish your dominion over this world."

"Dominate? I fall asleep and time passes, civilizations crumble into dust and only ruins remain. Why would I want to rule over a sandcastle attacked by the tide? ... Rift Earth is just an amusement. Anyway, my elders would never leave me this world, Rifts Earth is too rich, at the crossroads of all universes, and they will be jealous of me. I would also risk finding myself in a war against demon lords, gods... in any case, only a human can use this cup and have a wish. It is an object created by humans and for humans..." the monstrous Splugorth breathed an amused sigh "... which besides proves their incredible inventiveness, they always find something new to surprise me. These insignificant little vermin are still my favorite fun."

Kynnatury straightened up:

"What are your orders, My Lord?"

"For now, find this Grail. Then watch what happens. Make regular reports to me. Only intervene if someone seems to be about to seize this Wish Cup. You will have to make sure that it fails. Act with discretion, and don't draw the attention of other Rifts Earth's powers."

The master of Atlantis especially feared that one of his human "friends" would learn of the existence of the Grail. Over the centuries, the monster had offered great powers to certain power-hungry individuals, exciting their appetites before weaning them gradually... The Splugorth then amused himself to watch them seek to renew their "friendship" or pass pacts with the Infernals to find new sources of knowledge. It was always fun to see how low a human could stoop in search of power.

Most of the pawns handled by the Splugorth were not very dangerous for him.

But if one of them took the Grail, everything would change.

The monster in his bubbling mud bath was mostly worried about Lord Duscon. Alistair Duscon was, without doubt, the most powerful human Magus on the planet... it would not take him long to discover the existence of the Grail and go in search of it.

Duscon was too greedy not to be a danger to himself, to the world... and even to the master of Atlantis. The Grail should absolutely not fall into the hands of someone like him.

Kynnatury ended his master's reflections:

"My Master, if this Grail is so dangerous, we should destroy it!"

The voice of the Splugorth came up in a storm, full of anger:

"No! It's the most fun thing that's happened in almost a century. A show of choice is being prepared and I want to be in the front row seats to attend the performance. Where is the point, where is the excitement of playing a game where you can't lose? Your god commands you to do as he has decided!"
The High Lord prostrated himself face down against the ground, terrified by the vehemence of the young Splugorth:

"It shall be done as you desire, O my terrible Lord!"

There was a long moment of silence then the lieutenant of the Splugorth went on to say:

"For now, My Lord, it's time to consider your meal."

At a sign from the High Lord, two Kitanni warriors advanced. These slave warriors were of a much lower rank than the Khydians who watched over their master's muddy throne. In a Serpentine Power Armor, they looked like metal monsters with a human torso mounted on a snake tail. In fact, the Kitanni were gorilla-like beings but with a much larger skull. The warriors held between them a naked woman who struggled, powerless, howling, and almost mad with terror.

Kynnatury prostrated, touching the ground with his forehead:

"Good appetite, Lord Splynncryth!"

The tentacles of Lord Splynncryth closed on the poor woman and her cries died out in the cold bite of the immortal Splugorth.

The vital force, the Od, and even the souls of mortals were the food of the Alien Intelligences. To keep them alive, thousands, if not millions, of people had to be sacrificed every year.

Japan, Fuyuki, 110 P.A.

Verde was the biggest shopping center of Fuyuki, a great mall with multiple shops. Since Fuyuki arrived on Rifts Earth, the mall had remained closed. This did not prevent the parking lot from being crossed by a long queue. The inhabitants of Fuyuki were waiting to enter under tents erected by the soldiers of the Republic.

Among the many residents who waited for the distribution of food and necessities was a couple who attracted particular attention. He was 17-year-old Japanese with red hair and amber eyes. She was an even younger-looking European, she was a breathtaking beauty with emerald-like eyes and finely textured golden hairs.

Some residents of Fuyuki looked at them with concern. The two teens tried to ignore their gazes. But the fight that had opposed them to the Horunes had not remained secret. If they had still been in their original world it would certainly have incurred the wrath of the Clocktower in the name of preserving the secret surrounding the Magi., Fortunately, or unfortunately, magic had nothing secret about Rifts Earth.

Emiya Shirou raised his head when he heard the sound of reactors. Slowly flying over the city, he saw a strange aircraft. It was a kind of four-wing jet. A large crane was built into the undercarriage and the aircraft used it to carry a... mecha, a hulking 30 feet robot with the head of a bear and two howitzer-like rail cannons on the shoulders.

Two weeks earlier, such a vision would have amazed Shirou... Since then, Fuyuki had been projected into another world, four hundred years into the future, after a cataclysm that had reshaped this variant of the Earth into something strange, both futuristic and medieval. And as humans get used to everything, the only reaction of the young redhead was to follow the craft that was moving away. The soldiers of the Republic of Japan had begun to build a fortified base in the Einzbern Forest. Every day, men, construction machinery, materials, but also mechas and power-armors landed on the port or came by air. He briefly wondered if they were going to raze the ruins of Einzbern Castle. And his heart squeezed thinking to a miserable tomb... Illya. Poor little fairy of the Rhine...

At his side, Saber seemed as calm and peaceful as a lake. It was only an appearance, she was ready to invoke her armor at the first alert.

Unlike her ex-Master, the behavior of the people of Fuyuki was not a surprise to her. They were like the people of Camelot. Grateful for what she had done for them... but, terrified of her power, they considered her inhuman... it was her daily lot since she had snatched the Golden Sword of the Victorious from the Stone of Selection. A sacrifice King Arthur accepted to protect others.

Although she tried not to show any sign of her state of alert, Saber focused her attention on the soldiers present in the parking lot. Most of them did not wear armor and were busy with various menials' tasks. But there were sentries and even some of these "power armors" that turned their pilots into flying samurai. These men looked at her nervously, their hands near their weapons... they were afraid. Nevertheless, they also tried not to antagonize the King of Knights.

The situation was tense and... complex.

The Republic of Japan had repelled the Horune attack. Now, the Republicans had completely taken over the population of Fuyuki. They protected and fed the castaways of the Rift, having even restored electricity, gas, and water in the city, a benevolent and kind course of action that Artoria fully endorsed as a knight.

Nevertheless, the legendary King Arthur was far from being ignorant of politics and diplomacy. The Republic coveted Fuyuki... and it was not surprising. The Republic of Japan was a besieged state, at war for fifteen years. Fuyuki had industrial facilities, a port capable of unloading large ships, and an educated population, a potential that could be used to strengthen the Republic against its enemies.

And there was Archer and she...

An obstacle or an asset, depending on whether the Republic's leaders manage to reconcile their friendship... or rather Rin's friendship.

Matou Shinji looked around the room.

It was an ordinary examination room. Lying on his back, he didn't have much to do but look around. He could not move his legs or straighten himself because of his nerves damaged by the Vessel of the Grail. The arms were less affected, but his fingers were continually shaking making writing difficult.

The doctor who had just examined him turned his back, conferring with two of his colleagues. Under Dr. Kotobuki Kairi's white coat he was in military fatigue. He was a military doctor of the Republic.
Captain Kotobuki had opened his laptop on the table and immediately a hologram showing Shinji's nervous system had appeared floating in the room. Since then, he has been talking with the hospital's doctors literally in awe in front of Republican medical tools.

Shinji clears his throat:

"Dr. Kotobuki?"

The doctor turned and approached:

"Yes, Matou-san?"

With the throat squeezed by nervousness, Shinji spoke:

"Doctor, don't lie to me. Can you do something for me... so I can walk again and... and... have a normal life?!"

Kotobuki sat next to his patient and turned off the hologram before consulting various files:

"In fact, there are two possibilities for you: the first is cybernetic or you can use bionic implants;"
Shinji's forehead folded:

"Excuse me, doctor, but... I... I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Well, either way, I'm talking about replacing your nerves damaged by equivalents." The doctor paused for a moment to reflect on an explanation that was understandable to an individual from the early twenty-first century." Cybernetic implants were already known in your time... well, more or less. A lead tooth or - especially - a pacemaker are some kind of primitives cybernetic implant. Of course, artificial nerves are much more advanced. Unfortunately, nothing replaces the sensation given by living nerves, part of your body. Cyber systems are foreign additions, requiring a power source and microprocessors to translate signals, and of course, specialized maintenance is required. On the contrary, bionic implants are alive created from the patient's DNA and are significantly less invasive."

Shinji gulp:

"You want to turn me into a machine?"

The doctor had a reassuring smile:

"Internal cybersystems are completely invisible."

Shinji let himself go back. He had read the books written and kept by his ancestors. His knowledge of Magecraft certainly matched that of Tohsaka (3). He was certain that the replacement of limbs by... machines would interfere with the use of Magecraft.

"And the... what did you say? Bionic, right?"

Captain Kotobuki hesitated:

"I have to be honest with you, bionic implants are severely regulated."

"Regulated?"
Kotobuki Kairi looks at him with a serious expression... Buddha... he hated playing the recruiter sergeant:

"Bionic implants are considered military equipment. They take up less space than their cyber equivalents and there is no risk of rejection. Unfortunately, the army monopolizes virtually all implant production. It must be said that soldiers with implants have better reflexes, are stronger and more agile. Soldiers who have accepted a full bionic transformation become able to compete equally with the most powerful supernatural creatures. They are the elite of the Republic Army."

Shinji hesitated and then spoke at a precipitous pace... conscious of revealing his greatest desire to a stranger:
"These bionic implants... I mean..." He shook his head before correcting his clumsy phrase, "could I practice magic, even with bionic implants?"

The doctor had a sad expression:

"Unfortunately, even if bionic implants are alive, they interfere with the use of magic. Even the least invasive implants decrease sensitivity and an operation such as replacing all the nerves... " Kobuki paused before continuing: "Are you practicing magic?"

Although this is not true, Shinji nodded.

Kobuki sighed:

"I'm sorry, but for you, magic is over."

Matou Shinji closed his eyes.

All his life, he had dreamed of being Magus. But the Magic Circuits had faded in his family. While some kind of miracle had projected Fuyuki into a universe where everyone could practice magic... he couldn't. It was a cruel irony.

Shinji expected to feel angry... full of resentment. Whenever he had faced this kind of... annoyance, he found it unfair, it was angry and blamed others.

But not this time, something had changed in him.

Even though he felt bitter, discouraged... Shinji was not angry. The young man with blue hair understood that he was solely responsible for his present situation.

If he hadn't used Rider to attack the Homurahara Academy...

If only he had learned from his failure...

If he hadn't become Gilgamesh's "Master"...

He had had multiple opportunities to correct his behavior and had not taken any of them. His present situation was only the result of his own stupid and selfish decisions.

He should have died.

He had been saved by Tohsaka... the girl he had sought to rape.

He owed an enormous debt to her, to Shirou, and to the people of that town whom he had put in danger.
Shinji realized that he had made his decision.

"Doctor, I'd like to join the Republic Army."

It's about time Shinji started paying off his debt.

Tohsaka Rin was dead bored.

She tried to follow the conversation but struggled to understand the participants' sinuous reasoning.
In a large hall of the old Miyama Civic Center (4), two groups were negotiating. On one side there were representatives of the Republic of Japan. Experienced politicians... that is to say, people who had very white teeth smiled constantly, and would have made excellent poker players.

On the other side of the table, there were only three people.

First, Mayor Iwasaki-san, his presence made sense because he was the elected representative of Fuyuki.
Then there was Fujimura Raiga. The Yakuza's Oyabun was not present because he was the leader of the Fujimura group, but because he owned most of the industrial facilities in the city.

This last point deserved an explanation.

Since the 1970s, the state and local government had invested heavily in Fuyuki, transforming a large sleepy village into a modern town with a commercial district and extensive industrial facilities. Of course, a large part of these facilities was owned by joint ventures where shares were shared between the state, the local government, the municipality, and private shareholders.

Except that most of the shareholders had remained on the other side of the Rift... And by recalculating the shares distributed among rifted people, Raiga now controlled 90% of the port, industries, and offices. That made him a very wealthy and influential person.

And of course, the last person present to defend Fuyuki's cause was...
Tohsaka Rin.

She did not take part in these negotiations from which the fate of Fuyuki would depend as a high school student or Master, but as the rightful heir of the Tohsaka family. After all, she was the Second Owner of Fuyuki. She was entrusted with the Fuyuki's spiritual land by the Magi's Association, in charge of administrating all supernatural activity within this territory.

[Wake up, Rin!]

Tohsaka jumped up and looked around mechanically, although Archer was astralized:

[I was not sleeping!]

The Red Devil felt the fun of the Hero of the Bow:

[That's not how I felt. You better stay focused. These politicians seem determined to make us accept entry into their famous 'Republic'.]

[And you think we'll have to accept?]

[In fact, what other choice do we have? You know me, I'm perfectly realistic and...]

[I would say rather cynical] cut Rin.

[Cynical, if you will. But I would never recommend an action that is not realistic. If half of what 'Republican' says about the threats around us is true, we cannot survive alone. The Republic wants to protect us from these dangers, so to survive we must ally with them.]

But Rin frowned:

[So why do I get the impression that you are hostile to these politicians?]

[Because they are politicians.] As Rin didn't seem to understand, he sighed: [Listen to them, they promise us bells and whistle in exchange for... Well, they don't ask anything. Doesn't that sound suspicious to you, Rin? It's going to cost them a lot of money to upgrade the plants and the port. So why don't they make us pay for some of these upgrades? Have you ever seen a politician make those kinds of promises without expecting anything in return? No, they want Fuyuki, they really want this town! But once they settle down here, I can assure you that we will pay them back one way or another. The problem is I still don't see what they really want. Take advantage of these discussions to negotiate the greatest possible benefits for the Magi you represent, because I can assure you that once the agreement is signed, they will arrange to be the winning party.]

Rin nodded mechanically.

[Why do you insist so strongly?]

[Because you have a knack for sabotaging your own efforts at a crucial time, and I don't want to hear you say "Oh, no, I screw it again!"]

(1) The Alien Intelligences are the equivalent in Rifts of Lovecraft's Old Ones if you want a comparison with a more known work than Rifts.

(2) The Megaverse is the name given to the parallel universes that have in common... to be games created by Palladium Book (the editor of Rifts).

(3) Before a well-intentioned reader starts talking to me about Fate's canon... Yes, I know that Tohsaka is a Magecraft genius and that Shinji is not even worthy to be called an amateur. But, who's talking? It's Shinji talking about Shinji (we're even in his head right now). Shinji has a very high opinion of himself and that's canonical, too.

(4) The Civic Center (in Shinto) was destroyed during the Fourth Grail War (Fate/Zero final combat). In fact, Fate's canon doesn't say where Fuyuki's town hall was relocated, just that the destroyed town hall made way for a park. Before the 1990s, the town hall was in Miyama. Logically, we can assume that this old building continues to be used.