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In a spacious and elegant hall, the atmosphere was one of anticipation.
"Greeting": The elegant hall resounds with laughter and flying pillows. Gilgamesh, upright with his golden pillow, observes his rivals with disdain. Beside him, Saber prepares, her gaze fixed on the king. "Don't be too confident, Gilgamesh," says Emiya, throwing pillows with deadly accuracy. The battle has begun.
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In a spacious and elegant hall, the atmosphere was one of anticipation. Night had fallen and the Servants of Fate had gathered, not for an epic battle or to invoke Noble Phantasms, but for an unexpected... pillow fight!
The elegant hall resounds with laughter and flying pillows. Gilgamesh, upright with his golden pillow, observes his rivals with disdain. Beside him, Saber prepares, her gaze fixed on the king. "Don't be too confident, Gilgamesh," says Emiya, throwing pillows with deadly accuracy. The battle has begun.
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