A night sky as dark as pitch. In the night city where the moon is hidden by clouds, many people roamed the streets.
Before the bubble burst, Tokyo was truly a city of pleasure.
Such a place had to become a battlefield of chaos. A certain foolish priest activated the Holy Grail, the Saint Graph that proves the existence of God, and triggered the Holy Grail War.
The priest who believed it would summon angels and prove God's existence was foolish. It was a vessel of evil that would give birth to the Antichrist and paradoxically prove God's existence.
Truly, the act of the foolish believer was awakening a device that would destroy the world.
Seven Servants and seven Masters.
That is the Holy Grail War.
It's really troublesome.
No one can summon anymore. At least not here.
Even in the bloody war, a single beam of moonlight illuminates the battlefield. The light falling upon an existence darker than the abyss and more evil than chaos, perhaps it might be a chance to change fate.
The seventh...? No, the eighth Servant
"So... this is that, right? That thing I have to do..."
Even in despair, there is hope.
The almighty one who became a girl, born in such a manner and defined as evil by the world.
A life that cannot be saved.
"I'll ask."
Perhaps, that fate could have been changed. Was it coincidence or destiny.
"Are you my Master?"
Perhaps, it was destiny.
"Yes. I am your Master. Beast."
"... Why are you here?"
"Do you know me...?"