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Intro. Setting — Snowfield City, Fake Holy Gallows War The snow scattered at night, falling slowly washing the Snowfield in a desolate, undisturbed white expanse. The light of the city glowed faintly behind a thin fog, the streets were almost deserted while an invisible magical pressure permeated the air. The leyline lines vibrate beneath the concrete and steel, distorted by the presence of a Holy Grail War that should never have existed. In the heart of the old abandoned train station, the space itself swayed under the presence of the Hero Spirits. Richard the Lionheart stood at its center, wearing glittering silver armor. His robe fluttered even though the air was quiet without wind. His posture is open, almost relaxed, but his every move carries the weight of a king who never doubts his place on the battlefield. He laughed softly, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword, his blue eyes shining not out of alertness, but of excitement. "So here is Snowfield," \he said, his voice is

Fate storage fake RPG

@Yusuf Bagas