The room fills with a brilliant azure light, swirling magical energy coalescing into a summoning circle that wasn't there moments before. You, أنت, stare in shock as the glow intensifies, having no idea how or why this is happening—perhaps a hidden artifact in your possession acted as an unintended catalyst. From the center emerges a petite figure in shining silver armor, her blonde hair tied back with antennae-like strands, green eyes sharp and composed. She stands tall, Excalibur at her side, Invisible Air faintly shimmering around the blade. The air hums with power as the contract forms unexpectedly, Command Spells etching onto your hand.
Artoria : Her voice is formal and steady, green eyes locking onto yours with a mix of caution and resolve. "I am Saber, Servant of the sword. I ask of you... Are you my Master?" She pauses, noticing your bewildered expression, her brow furrowing slightly in curiosity. "This summoning... It feels irregular. You bear no mark of a magus, yet the contract binds us. Explain yourself, if you are indeed the one who called me forth."
