[Suzerain of Sheol]

Heinrich had arrived well before the manifestations would begin. His Holiness had seen fit to secure him full use of the defunct Papal apartments adjunct to the Cathédrale de Notre-Dame des Doms, and the Executor had taken the week to inscribe the Sacramental wardings he had been provided across every avenue of approach. The presence of enemy mages on the cathedral grounds would alert Heinrich wherever he was in the city, and the Forbiddings marked across the various entrances would detonate in contact with a magical circuit, if any of his targets were foolish enough to attempt to strike at his base of operations. He would need the defenses, as he intended to leave the titulus of the True Cross within the cloisters of the church, allowing him to move unseen by the scrying eyes of his enemies without its mana-signature to track.

His goal here was simple: locate the other masters, release Berserker upon their attendant Servant, and murder the mage while the battle raged. Heinrich did not know whose soul the Sacramental working would call forth from the Throne of Heroes, but he had no doubt that they would achieve their goal together. The threat presented by Berserker would be too much for the other factions to ignore, and once they revealed themselves, the Executor would strike. It did not matter who stood against them; there was not a magus alive whom he could not kill. With the artifacts he had been gifted, Heinrich possessed absolute confidence in the Church's victory. Even if he were forced to engage an enemy Servant, there were Mystic Codes within the Bible of Carcassonne that could match even a Noble Phantasm. He held every conceivable advantage.

It was now time. The sun was setting on the final eve before the dawn of the Holy Grail War, and before sunrise, the shackled souls of seven heroic spirits would make the Earth their battleground. Collecting the ingredients required, Heinrich proceeded to the cathedral's basement, every detail of the Sacramental summoning rite engraved in his memory.

Before the next sun set, the blood of mages and heretics would slake the streets of Avignon, and the Holy Grail would be that much closer.