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"It looks like we got caught in something really nasty…" Elena's mother sighed. "What's more, the Holy Grail—a Divine Artifact forged from the souls of Heroic Spirits who die in the war—can grant any wish to the winner."
"…Any wish?!" Elena gasped.
"Right now, my form can only be sustained as long as this ritual continues," her mother lamented. "But…"
"If we can win the war, we can wish you back? And everyone else who died too?!" Elena's eyes shone brightly as the realization hit her—this was her new goal. "We can do that?! Can we?!"
"C-Calm down, Elena…" Her mother sighed, gazing at the night sky. "Winning the Holy War isn't something that can be done or even planned. There are currently seven other Spirits we have to watch out for, and that's without even considering their Masters…"
Elena grew worried. "But what else can we do?"
"We can— Ah!"
Her mother suddenly stopped speaking. Her eyes snapped toward the distance.
RUMBLE!
"Huh? M-Mom?!"
