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Fuyuki City
7th of September 2004, 23:30 PM

        The night hung heavily over Rin’s residence, the cool air carrying a sense of stillness that felt unnatural after the chaotic events of the day. The world outside was bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the distant stars that peeked through a thin veil of clouds. The manor was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden beams settling, and the rustle of leaves in the soft night breeze. Inside, everyone had retreated to their rooms, seeking solace in the hopes of a few hours of undisturbed rest.

           On the open veranda, the Tohsaka heiress stood leaning against the railing, her sharp eyes staring out at the black sky. Her thoughts, however, were far from peaceful. Saber was gone---forcefully taken by Caster, leaving behind an aching void in their ranks. The weight of it all pressed on Rin’s chest, the frustration of not being able to protect her ally gnawing at her. Her mind raced, replaying every detail of their confrontation earlier, looking for the moment they had lost control.

          Behind her, a dark figure loomed in the shadows---Romani. His hooded cloak, as always, obscured most of his face, leaving only the faintest glow of his golden eyes visible. He stood still, almost blending with the night itself, his posture rigid, as though the very air around him was thick with the tension he carried. While Rin’s frustration was worn openly, the traveler's was contained, buried deep within him. And yet, there was a weight in the air, an unspoken heaviness that lingered between them.

           For a long time, neither of them spoke, content to let the silence swallow them. But in the back of Romani’s mind, the events of the night replayed, each detail vivid and clear. His memory of following Caster, the confrontation at the Holy Church, the brutal moment when Saber fell---it all came rushing back in waves, each one more painful than the last.

          He remembered how it had started, with Saber’s insistence that they follow Caster after she had been spotted earlier in the day. It was unlike the King of Knights' to suggest such a reckless pursuit, but Romani had trusted her instincts. She had a way of sensing the flow of battle, of knowing when to strike and when to hold back. And so, despite his usual caution, the traveler had followed her lead.

           They trailed the Caster-class Servant as she flew toward the Holy Church, keeping their distance so as not to be detected. Romani had felt a strange unease as they approached, something about the whole situation did not sit right with him. The Holy Church was supposed to be neutral ground, a place where the overseer Kirei of the Kotomine clan maintained a watchful presence over the Holy Grail War. But Caster’s arrival made it clear that neutrality was no longer an option.

          From their hiding place in the shadows, Romani and Saber had watched as Caster confronted Kirei, her demands clear and direct. She wanted the location of the Lesser Grail, the vessel that would bring about the Holy Grail. The priest, in his usual composed manner, had refused her outright, his expression as unreadable as ever.

          The air had crackled with tension, and Romani could feel the buildup of magical energy. When Caster summoned her golems to attack, Kirei had defended himself fiercely. The battle that followed was intense, each blow and spell sending shockwaves through the church grounds. The traveler could feel the sheer power both of them wielded, the kind of raw energy that could tear through buildings. And it did---the cloak-cladded traveler watched as the church crumbled around them, almost obliterated by the ferocity of their fight.