Primordial World.
As Orsaga finished introducing the Holy Grail War, a Server Opening Event lasting long enough that its very name brought tears to one's eyes and a touch of urinary urgency.
The Sound of Heaven that had once echoed only at the Beginning of Creation, born from the proliferation of all things and symbolizing the joy of the world itself.
Like the indispensable opening music of any show.
After countless long years.
It appeared in the world once more.
And within the Holy Grail, the countless translucent threads spreading out from its rim seemed to have been completely activated.
They danced chaotically across the heavens.
Even changing the color of the sky.
The thick clouds that should have been pure white.
In that instant.
Seemed like some sort of special light screen.
Revealing random, dazzling colors of every hue.
Not long after.
Strange, ever-changing scenes gradually began appearing across the surface of every cloud.
Some were merely ordinary scenery, while others were images of unknown meaning.
Such as a corpse, a monster, a weapon, or even certain extremely pornographic and violent scenes...
Things ordinary people simply could not comprehend.
Only some exceptionally powerful beings, after using special methods to divide their consciousness into countless parts and categorize and analyze those images, suddenly discovered that the scenes displayed by the clouds were likely the different presents possessed by the Primordial World at this very time period across different Worldlines...
That self-proclaimed Crimson King.
Really was manipulating Worldlines, forcibly extracting the Present Bodies of those chosen individuals into the current Primordial World...
Such a feat.
For them, who had only recently learned what Worldlines were through his explanation, was truly beyond comprehension.
It was like a primitive man who had barely grasped what technology was.
Suddenly seeing a spaceship streaking over