Who first awoke from the great dream? I alone had known all along.
By the time Shang Yue remembered everything, he and Shang Xiaoyue were already in a strange place. He distinctly recalled a glorious dream in which he had ruled over all the heavens, but an instant later, he remembered how True Immortal Beiwǔ had set him up.
Where was this?
Right. All-Heavens City...
Shang Yue looked around. Weapons thrust into the earth had been left to rust without their owners. They formed the Sword Ruins, countless in number.
Every blade was as magnificent and dazzling as the sun, moon, and stars above.
No.
Those weren't stars in the sky. They were swords?!
"What a bother..."
A long sigh rang out. A few swords thrummed, and a flash of sword light cut through the wind and dust.
Drip. Drip.
A torrential rain of blood fell from the sky. Lead-gray clouds covered the heavens as a white-haired man with his hair bound beneath a crown emerged from the dust, carrying an unconscious girl in his arms.
"More people come to seize the Holy Grail?"
Shirou Emiya?!
The Holy Grail War?!
Shang Yue stared at the man whose Eastern-style robe was stained red with blood, then glanced at the girl in his arms. Before he could grasp what was happening, the man slowly raised his hand and swung his sword toward them with an almost languid motion.
A savage tide of sword qi surged in towering waves all the way to the far side of the horizon.
Shang Yue turned back, trembling. A vast scar had been torn through the world, and from the shattered Void poured immortal flying vessels on a scale he had never seen.
Gods and Immortals stood densely packed aboard vessel after vessel.
Their terrifying number exceeded