Later that night, on the eve of the Londinium Grail War, several Masters had stood in unison.
High above the skies of London, a magus prepared to summon his Servant.
"In the name of mercy, the name of truth, and the name of the preservation of the world, I call upon thee, Servant!
Let my body be yours and your blood be mine.
Let the Word of the Kingdom of Heaven compell you save the world from the evils of mankind."
Deep within the catacombs under a museum, another magus prepared her own ritual.
"If you answer the call of the Holy Grail,
If you will submit to my will and my own truth,
Then swear an oath to me and me alone!"
In a humble ancestral home, a single figure stood tall and resolute. His voice shook the ground beneath him.
"Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
For you would be the one caged in madness,
And I shall wield your chains."
At a sacred shrine, a single maiden stood, surrounded on all sides by hooded knights.
"I shall attain every virtue under Heaven;
I shall defeat ever evil born of Hell.
From the Seventh Heaven, bound by the three great words of power,
Come forth from the ancient ring of restrain, O Keeper of the Balance!"
Four beams of light shot up into the sky in unison. Deep within the Earth, Britain's leylines thrummed with magical energy as it deposited its energy into the world above.
The remaining four Servants had been assembled.
The Holy Grail War had begun.