"That's, uh… quite an urban renewal program they've got going over there."

- Godzilla 1985

Destruction swarmed through Fuyuki faster than the evil demon worms swarming in Rin's uterus. Most of the hive still retained Sakura as their queen, but more than a fair number of the small creatures had moved on to start a second colony in her sister's ripe, magic-fueled body. White-haired Sakura was in another corner of the city carving out her own fiery domain. Nothing stood in the way of the mutated twins of terror.

Civilians fled for their lives in Rin's wake. Holding out her open palm, she summoned hundreds of weapons—floating swords with blades wrapped in poisonous silver serpents—and sent them forth to impale their defenseless targets. An enormous pentagram appeared under her feet, sending out waves of negative energy that caused the buildings at her sides to spontaneously erupt like volcanoes.

If Rin's endless psychotic laughter wasn't enough to send her enemies shivering in fear, the glare of her zombified eyes and the black veins on her face would get the job done. She was the stark example of a magus gone out of control; Death in a miniskirt, red turtleneck, and thigh high stockings. As she glanced back and forth looking for the next thing that could sate her chaotic appetite, her black twintails moved like two oversized slugs flailing on the sides of her head. She placed a hand on her flat stomach and smiled as she felt the thousands of tinier slugs that flailed below.

Two figures came out of the fire. Shirou and Saber both had solemn expressions, but they were determined to save the world at any cost. Rin snickered at her challengers and gathered her cataclysmic powers.