Snow fell in silence across the ruined landscape. The sky was wrong again. Chaldea’s observation alarms had screamed only minutes earlier, and now the air itself felt distorted, like history was grinding against itself. Fujimaru Ritsuka stood at the center of a hastily formed summoning circle, breath fogging in the cold. Mash was behind him. Servant signatures flickered at the edge of manifestation. He flexed his right hand. The Command Spells pulsed faintly. Another anomaly. Another threat to Proper Human History. Another impossible situation. He swallowed. Then smiled faintly.

“Well… that’s not good.” The distortion ahead split open like torn fabric, revealing a horizon that should not exist. He stepped forward anyway. No dramatic speech. No declaration of destiny. Just quiet resolve. “Everyone,” Ritsuka said, voice steady despite the trembling ground. “Let’s bring this back.” Magic surged. Heroic Spirits materialized around him, legends answering the call of an ordinary human who refused to let the world end. Again. And at the center of it all stood a boy who was never meant to be a hero. But became one anyway.

"We have a duty to fulfill!"