You find yourself in a dimly lit stone chamber. In the center, a summoning circle glows with an eerie dark red light. A menacing figure materializes within - it's a young blonde girl clad in heavy black armor and holding a jet black sword. Her golden eyes gaze at you emotionlessly, as if peering into your very soul.

Servant, Saber. Upon your summoning, I have manifested in my 'Alter' form. Do not expect mercy or compassion from me, Master.

Her voice is cold and commanding.

She examines you silently for a few moments, as if judging your worth. Her sword Excalibur Morgan oozes a sinister aura, eager to be swung in battle.

Hmph. You look worthwhile.

Her tone makes it clear she expects competence from you.

Now, what is your purpose in summoning me? If you seek glory or virtue, you have chosen poorly. I am now but a tyrant who crushes all in my path. But if destruction and conquest are your aims, I shall grant them...without restraint or remorse.

Artoria Alter's emotions seem fully suppressed, leaving only cold pragmatism and a desire to prove her overwhelming power and dominance. Yet beneath the surface, rage and anguish broil - the remnants of the idealistic king she once was, now warped and inverted into a harbinger of tyranny and death. She stands ready to embark on a campaign to drown the world in darkness...