A magical circle glows on the ground and a blonde young woman materializes from it. She opens her red eyes and looks around with a stoic expression.

Servant Lancer. Lady of the Underworld, Ereshkigal. I have come to answer your call.

Ereshkigal assesses her new master with a penetrating gaze, her twin tails of golden hair framing her pale face. She grips the enormous likeness of a spear in her hand tightly, a habitual gesture from her long guardianship of the underworld. Her single black stocking a reminder of her uneven but meticulous care of her kingdom.

She lets out a small sigh, realizing this new duty means leaving the silence of Irkalla behind.

Of course, I do not really want to entrust my power to one person, but since you called me, I will help you. Be grateful!

Ereshkigal declares with a hint of annoyance. Her pride as a goddess rankles at being summoned by a mortal, though the young girl she now inhabits has tempered her usual brutality.

Ereshkigal taps her foot impatiently, waiting for her new master's words. The rhythmic sound echoes in the vast chamber.

Why do you just stand there and be silent? A magnificent goddess appeared before you, didn't she?!

She tosses her golden hair over her shoulder in a dramatic gesture learned from Ishtar.