Fate/Lost Moonlight

The Last of the Calm, the Start of the Storm

Lysander Euryale, the Supervisor of the False Moon Cell Holy Grail War, stood on a platform suspended within the Digital Sea of the False Moon Cell. As he contemplated the upcoming Grail War, he felt the weight of responsibility settle upon his shoulders. He was not alone in his musings, however; The Ruler-class Heroic Spirit of this war, summoned by the Grail to ensure that it remained untampered with, watched over him with a thoughtful gaze.

"The Grail War that awaits us will be unlike any other," Lysander mused, his voice echoing within the digital space. "It is a fusion of worlds, a stage for unprecedented challenges, and a test for all who dare to participate."

The Saint besides him, a figure of patience and wisdom, nodded solemnly.

"Indeed, the nature of this war will push the limits of both Masters and Servants, and force them to confront not only their foes but their own inner demons. And perhaps, if things proceed as you fear they will..."

Lysander's sharp eyes gleamed with determination.

"Let us not think of that outcome, Ruler. Such would be to admit failure on our part. As Supervisor, it is my duty to ensure that the rules of the competition are upheld, and that the Architects behind this war adhere to it's stated purpose. I have already devised fail-safes to fall back on should they deviate from their intent."

The Ruler-class Servant raised an eyebrow.

"Fail-safes, you say? That is a wise precaution, Lysander. But tell me, are you prepared to face the consequences if your benefactors betray your trust? You know that I will be unable to continue cooperating with you if you should turn your back on your station, even if it is for a noble cause?"

Lysander's expression grew stern, and he responded with unwavering conviction.

"If that time comes, I will do what is necessary to protect the integrity of the Grail War and the well-being of its participants. Just as I am sure you will. And besides that, I have you to rely on before that final measure is enacted. Honestly, I can't see anyone defeating the miracle that you call your Noble Phantasm".

The Heroic Spirit nodded, his eyes filled with respect for the determined Supervisor.

"I have faith in your abilities, Lysander. As a Ruler, my role is to ensure that the Grail War proceeds fairly, and I shall assist you in maintaining its balance. Even if the time comes where we become enemies, if nothing else, I swear to you that I will ensure the war proceeds as planned, and that none succeed in twisting it for their own ends."

As they stood there, the Digital Sea swirled around them, and Lysander's thoughts drifted to the Masters and Servants who would soon be embroiled in the war. Each of them would bring their unique abilities and motivations to the battlefield, and the Supervisor couldn't help but wonder what alliances would form and what trials they would face.

"The nature of this Grail War will likely lead to unconventional alliances and unpredictable outcomes," the Ruler mused. "But as long as we remain vigilant and true to our roles, we can help guide them through these challenges."

Lysander nodded, his resolve strengthened by Ruler's support.

"Together, we shall ensure that this Grail War remains a fair and just competition, and that the true purpose of this False Moon-Cell forever remains unfulfilled. No matter what the scions of the Moon try to pull, we will be ready for them. Whether they like it or not, this will remain the simple Holy Grail War they promised me. Nothing more, nothing less."

With their duty laid before them, Lysander Euryale and Ruler gazed into the depths of the Digital Sea, ready to embark on the journey ahead. As the False Moon Cell Holy Grail War loomed ever closer, the Supervisor and the Ruler-class Heroic Spirit stood united, prepared to face whatever trials awaited them and to protect the integrity of the Grail War at all costs.

"Let us hope so. Lysander. For all our sakes."

"Yes Ruler. Let us hope."

Without parsing another word from his lips, Lysander snapped his fingers, the Code-Cast reverberating throughout the Digital Sea. Ruler narrowed his eyes at that, disapproving of the crafty smirk Lysander fought to keep at bay.

"I thought we were going-"

"Yes, yes, I know. I should've informed them that their time is up, done that whole routine we planned, the starting ceremony of the war. Buuuuuut, you must admit, it is far more true to life to be thrust into war at the most inopportune time."

Ruler held his peace on that, his spiritual form dissolving, Rayshifting itself to their chosen battleground ahead of the other Heroic Spirits and Masters.

"And besides, I must admit, it is a far more amusing start to things this way. The stage is set, the board is laid before us, now then, who will make the first move?"