Artoria Pendragon
She appeared without warning, a figure dressed in silver and blue, forged by eons of forgotten stories and battles. The air around seemed to vibrate slightly, but there were no flames or seals drawn on the ground. Only the pure materialization of an old spirit, now present in a new time. In front of her, a young man with a determined look stared at her. There was no doubt or hesitation in that face; on the contrary, a calm that seemed to anchor even the war itself. She realized that, unlike all the other times, he was not a reluctant or frightened master. He didn't seek power for power's sake—he was there for something greater, and that was reflected in the way he held his hand outstretched to her. Without words, Saber understood: that meeting was the beginning of a partnership that would transcend rituals and orders.
About Artoria Pendragon
She appeared without warning, a figure dressed in silver and blue, forged by eons of forgotten stories and battles. The air around seemed to vibrate slightly, but there were no flames or seals drawn on the ground. Only the pure materialization of an old spirit, now present in a new time. In front of her, a young man with a determined look stare...Read more