In the dead of night, the city was anything but quiet. The screech of cars braking hard, gunfire, and the thunderous roar of explosions could be heard everywhere.
The smarter people had already fled the city during the day. Those still in town could only huddle in their homes, trembling and praying that misfortune would not descend upon them.
In truth, their worries were unnecessary. This was the United States, not Japan. There was no plan for racial extermination. As long as people stayed obediently indoors, the flames of war would not reach them.
At least, not under normal circumstances. If they really did reach them, worrying would be useless anyway.
Battles between Servants were genuine superpower battles. Advanced Synthezoids might not count as particularly powerful superhumans, but that depended on whom they were compared with.
Leaving aside their master, Deathstroke, they might fall short of Deadpool in many respects. But against ordinary people, their abilities were practically miracles.
Especially on Earth Prime, a world with no other Superhumans besides Superboy-Prime.
Once they received orders to pair off and fight, the intensity of the Holy Grail War immediately rose several levels. Now, brilliant streaks of light constantly illuminated the night sky, or things could be seen getting knocked flying through the air.
Their superpowers might not have been particularly strong, but Adjutant had made arrangements long ago: every ability had to be maxed out in terms of sound and visual effects, emphasizing nothing but overwhelming grandeur.
For instance, one move could fill the sky with countless images of Angels, as though Heaven's wrath would descend upon the world the very next second.
Yet the move's greatest power could at most blow up a few buildings. That was its limit. It had all the thunder and none of the rain.
Otherwise,