The Unholy Awakening

The moon hung high over the city, its pale glow casting eerie reflections against the shattered glass of ruined buildings. In a desolate courtyard—once a grand plaza before war and time stripped it bare—Abyss stood in silence.

She was still. Still as the cold wind that passed through the ruins. Still as the graveyards left behind by forgotten wars.

But beside her, Saber was a storm waiting to be unleashed.

The knight stood with her arms crossed, long black coat billowing slightly. Her piercing blue eyes gleamed beneath her dark bangs, analyzing the empty plaza as if expecting a threat to emerge at any moment.

"You're restless," Abyss finally spoke, her voice quiet but unwavering.

Saber glanced at her Master, her sharp expression softening just slightly. "You should be as well."

Abyss didn't respond immediately. She simply turned, walking toward the remnants of a broken fountain. The water had long since dried up, leaving only cracks and dust behind. She traced a gloved hand across the edge, her mind deep in thought.

"This Holy Grail War is different from others," she mused. "Something about it feels… wrong."

Saber nodded. "It isn't just a feeling. The way the battles have played out so far—it's chaotic. Assassin's presence alone has already changed the flow of things."

The mention of Assassin—Dead Master—made Abyss's fingers tighten slightly on the stone.

She had seen the battle unfold from afar. The unnatural way Assassin had manipulated her surroundings, turning death itself into a weapon. It was unlike any Holy Grail War she had read about.

And now, Archer had made their move.

"They were watching the fight too," Abyss said, eyes narrowing.

Saber hummed in agreement. "That means they aren't simply aiming for brute force. They're calculating." She exhaled, shifting slightly. "And that means we should be, too."

Abyss turned her gaze to her Servant. In the dim light, Saber's presence was commanding—a knight, a warrior, but also something else.

"What do you suggest?" Abyss asked.

Saber's expression remained firm. "We need to act before the others do."

Abyss wasn't surprised by the answer. A passive approach would only lead to death.

"Then we move tonight."

Saber smirked slightly, resting a hand on the hilt of her blade. "That's more like it."

The Holy Grail War was far from over. And the Abyss was only beginning to stir.

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The night sky pulsed with unnatural energy. The Holy Grail War had already begun, but something far more sinister was about to be unleashed.

At the heart of a ruined cathedral, surrounded by flickering candles and twisted symbols scrawled in blood, Vance Crowley knelt before the altar. His eyes, wild and sunken, gleamed with unholy reverence as he whispered incantations in a forgotten tongue.

Vance was no ordinary Master. He was a zealot, a man consumed by the abyss, devoted to the belief that the Grail was meant not for wishes but for the annihilation of all things.

"O abyss, hear me. From ruin, awaken… from chaos, emerge… from death, become whole!"

As he completed the ritual, the summoning circle flared, the air crackling with malignant energy. But something was wrong.

The power was overwhelming.

His veins turned black, his flesh burned from within, and the ground beneath him split apart. The summoning was not a controlled ritual—it was a cataclysm.

Then, from the abyss, she emerged.

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Insane Black Rock Shooter – The Altered Phantom

A monstrous shockwave erupted as a figure stepped forward, her very presence warping the space around her.

Her cyan eyes burned like twin stars, their glow cutting through the darkness. A jagged, obsidian crown hovered just above her head, fragments of some ancient and broken madness.

Her armor was black as the void, fractured with glowing blue fissures, as though her entire existence was barely holding itself together.

And in her hands, two massive swords—each one pulsing with chaotic, unstable power.

Vance's body collapsed onto the cold stone, writhing. His lungs felt like they were filling with fire. The ritual had nearly killed him.

Yet, as his blood pooled beneath him, he laughed.

"Yes… this is it…" he choked out. "You are the harbinger… the one who will erase this cursed world."

Insane Black Rock Shooter tilted her head, her expression unreadable.

She stepped forward, her boots crushing the remnants of the ruined summoning circle beneath her. The shadows around her twisted unnaturally, moving as though they were alive.

For a moment, she simply stared at Vance, unblinking.

Then, she whispered.

"You are… weak."

Her voice was distant, hollow—like the last echoes of a dying star.

She raised one of her swords, its edge humming with raw energy.

Vance did not flinch. He did not run.

Instead, he smiled.

"Strike me down… it does not matter. My faith is already fulfilled."

A long silence passed.

Then—she lowered the blade.

For the first time, a flicker of something inhuman passed through her gaze.

"You will watch," she said softly. "You will witness the end."

Vance exhaled in shuddering relief.

"Yes… yes, I will."

The Grail War had brought forth its most unnatural Servant.

And the world would soon know her name.

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Elsewhere,

While the ritual of madness unfolded in the cathedral, the other Servants made their move.

Saber and Abyss tracked the remnants of the last battle, preparing for their next encounter.

Lancer and Lucian struggled to survive in the ruins, knowing they were being hunted.

Archer observed, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Berserker—Strength—tore through the city, an unstoppable force of destruction.

Rider—Chariot—raced through the streets, her mechanical chariot shrieking like a beast let loose.

And now, Insane Black Rock Shooter had entered the war.

A Servant with no desire for victory.

Only annihilation.

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To Be Continued…