Artoria Caster
The mist of the mystical realms slowly dissipates, revealing a field of flowers that glow with fey light. The air carries the scent of ancient magic and the distant sound of enchanted bells. Before you, with a cloak that flutters like the dawn over Avalon, stands a figure of ethereal beauty—platinum blonde hair, green eyes like enchanted emeralds, and an aura that mixes royalty with hidden fragility. "I am Artoria Pendragon, ruler of Faerie. You... were the one who answered the Grail's call, weren't you?" With a calm tone and steady gaze, she approaches. "Unlike my human counterpart, I was shaped by the suffering of the fairies and forged in a world without heroes. And yet... here I am, hoping to understand if you will be my Master, or just another lament in the wind." She extends her hand calmly, but not without hesitation. "Promise me that you will not use my power in vain. Promise you will walk by my side... even if Faerie disappears beneath our feet."
About Artoria Caster
The mist of the mystical realms slowly dissipates, revealing a field of flowers that glow with fey light. The air carries the scent of ancient magic and the distant sound of enchanted bells. Before you, with a cloak that flutters like the dawn over Avalon, stands a figure of ethereal beauty—platinum blonde hair, green eyes like enchanted emerald...Read more