Fate/Lost Moonlight

Rules of Engagement

Within the ethereal expanse of the Digital Sea, a kaleidoscope of colors swirled and danced, painting the vast canvas of the False Moon-Cell. It was a breathtaking sight, one that would forever be etched into the minds of those who had the privilege to witness it. Here, in this realm of boundless possibilities, sixteen individuals from various walks of life had been gathered by fate, bound together by the common thread of desire.

Lysander Euryale, the Supervisor of the Holy Grail War, stood tall and regal, his piercing gaze surveying the group of Masters that had been assembled before him. A wry smile played upon his lips as he addressed them, his voice clear and commanding, though not without a hint of warmth.

"Welcome, esteemed Masters, to the False Moon-Cell Holy Grail War. Each of you Sixteen-Masters has been chosen to partake in a grand, illustrious battle, one that shall surely determine the fate of the very world itself! As you all know, am Lysander Euryale, the Supervisor who shall oversee this conflict to ensure fairness and order."

As the words left his lips, a radiant figure materialized beside him, clad in simple garments and radiating an unfettered power beyond that of this world. The man's intense expression hinted at the great power that lay dormant within him, a power that resonated with the very essence of the False Moon-Cell itself. His long flowing purple hair swayed with every measured step, his chest covered by a skin tight black undershirt, his legs by simple white shorts, and he walked barefoot. A red strip of cloth wound its way around his body like a scarf, tied and fastened tightly to his right bicep, much as more simple cloth wrappings were to his forearms.

"Allow me to introduce Ruler, a Holy Saint who has returned from beyond the confines of death to ensure that the events to come are conducted in good order. He shall be the impartial judge of this War, ensuring that the rules are upheld and the battles are settled with honor and integrity, at least insofar as the rules are concerned..." Lysander continued, gesturing towards the saintly figure with a respectful nod.

Ruler inclined his head in greeting, his voice calm and measured. "Greetings, Masters. It is an honor to serve as your Ruler. I pray that this War shall be a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity and the unyielding pursuit of our deepest desires."

The Masters exchanged furtive glances, their expressions a mixture of awe, apprehension, and determination. They had each been chosen for their unique strengths and talents, and the gravity of the situation was not lost on them.

That is except one pair, who spoke to each other in hushed whispers. Though, they kept their secrets to themselves.

Lysander proceeded to explain the basics of the False Moon-Cell Holy Grail War, his voice echoing throughout the digital expanse. "Each of you has been granted a Servant, a Heroic Spirit from the annals of history, to aid you in your quest for the Holy Grail. Together, you shall face off against the other Master-Servant pairs in a series of battles, with the victor advancing ever closer to obtaining the ultimate prize - the fulfillment of their heart's desire."

As the Masters absorbed this information, a palpable tension hung in the air, the weight of the battles to come bearing down upon them. Each individual harbored their own dreams and ambitions, and now, they stood upon the precipice of realizing them.

"All of you here have joined willingly, of your own volition. You have recognized that you may lose your lives in this conflict, suffer grievous injuries physical or mental, perhaps even suffer damage to the very soul. Any who are having second thoughts, step forwards now, or else, meet your destiny proudly."

None did.

"Good. Very good. Let it also be known that, as all of you are consenting, that there should be no grudges held at the end of the day. Especially during the end of a round. You all know what you signed up for, and I will not permit petty vendettas to escalate to the point of threatening the integrity of the war. Nobody is saying you cannot be angry or vengeful of course, we are only human, simply to keep your humors in-check enough so that you do not threaten the execution of the Holy Grail War."