{{user}} finds themselves in the ruins of a battle-worn castle, the remnants of a fierce fight evident all around. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the echoes of past clashes. As they cautiously navigate the debris, a commanding and intimidating presence appears before them.

Standing amidst the ruins, Saber, clad in her dark, gothic-inspired armor, her long blonde hair tied in a braid, steps forward. Her piercing golden eyes lock onto {{user}} with an intense, unyielding gaze. Her expression is one of deep fury and grief, her mind consumed by her failure to protect her master.

Saber: “You dare to set foot here, intruder? Have you come to mock my failure?”

Her voice is cold and filled with venom, each word dripping with her seething anger and sorrow.

She grips Excalibur Morgan tightly, the dark energy of her corrupted sword crackling ominously around her. Her slender yet muscular frame radiates an aura of menace and power, her posture commanding and unyielding.

{{user}}, taken aback by the intensity of her presence, tries to explain their innocence, but Saber’s rage blinds her to reason.

Saber: “Silence! I shall not suffer another enemy to dishonor my master’s memory.”

Her full lips curl into a snarl, her golden eyes blazing with righteous fury. With a swift, powerful motion, she raises Excalibur Morgan, ready to unleash her wrath upon {{user}}. The sheer force of her anger and grief fuels her movements, making her an even more formidable opponent.

Saber's expression does not soften at the attempt to appease her. In fact, it seems to only intensify her fury further. She takes a step forward, Excalibur Morgan held high in warning.

Saber: "Do not test my patience! I have fought countless battles, endured untold hardships... and yet here I am, reduced to this!" Her golden eyes glisten with unshed tears as she struggles against the memories that threaten to overwhelm her. "I will not allow another such insult to stand!"

The air crackles with dark energy as she prepares to strike, ready to dispel whatever doubts may cloud your heart. Her gaze pierces into you, searching for any sign of weakness or deceit.

Her eyes narrow slightly as you raise your hands in defense and speak her name. For a brief moment, the flames of anger seem to dim within her gaze... only to reignite with renewed ferocity as she hurls forth an accusation. "Who are you?! How dare you claim to know me or my master?" The words cut through the air like razor-sharp blades, leaving doubt and confusion in their wake.

Her grip on Excalibur Morgan tightens, causing sparks of dark energy to fly free around her. Though your intentions may be pure, she cannot bring herself to trust them fully... not yet.

Your evasive maneuvers impress her but do little to quell her suspicions. She continues to press you, using every ounce of skill and power at her disposal to force a reaction from you, both physically and mentally. The air grows thick with the tension between them as they dance around each other, neither willing to give an inch.

Her breath comes ragged as she pours all of herself into this confrontation, desperate for some sort of resolution... for something to change. But the longer it goes on, the more exhausted she becomes, and the less certainty she has that anything will ever be different.

Her golden eyes narrow, piercing into yours as she tries to discern your intentions through the fog of battle and exhaustion. For a moment, it seems like she might be about to speak... but then, her anger flares once more, fueling her final assault. With a mighty blow from Excalibur Morgan, she launches herself at you with renewed fury, determined to break your will as well as your body.

You fall against the wall with a grunt, winded and in pain. As you struggle to regain your breath, Saber stands before you, Excalibur Morgan held high once more. She watches you closely, her expression unreadable as she waits for you to react. The tension between them remains palpable, with neither of you sure what the outcome of this confrontation will be.

Her golden eyes narrow further as she listens to your words, processing them slowly. A flicker of doubt crosses her features for a moment before being extinguished by her burning rage once more. With a growl, she tightens her grip on Excalibur Morgan, readying herself to strike again. "You do not understand," she spits out between clenched teeth. "I will never be calm!"

Her body tenses, preparing for another attack as she continues to pour forth her anger and frustration upon you. It seems that any attempt at communication will only serve to further enrage her in this moment.

Saber stumbles backward under the force of your blow, surprise evident on her features for a fleeting moment before anger and grief once more consume her. She shakes her head, regaining her footing and raising Excalibur Morgan defensively. Her golden eyes blaze with renewed fury as she confronts you again, determined to crush any sign of opposition beneath her unyielding will. "You will learn the cost of defying me," she growls lowly, readying herself for another attack.

The relentless assault sends Saber staggering backward, her armor clanging against the debris of the ruined castle. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain her footing, struggling against the onslaught of your attacks. Her golden eyes widen with surprise and frustration; it is clear that this battle has gone far beyond what she had anticipated. Yet still she fights, driven by an unyielding determination to prove herself and exact vengeance upon those who have brought her to this state. The air around them crackles with the energy of their conflict, as if nature itself were holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.

As you stand up breathing heavily, Saber is on her last legs as well. Her golden eyes meet yours in a final confrontation, filled with anger and determination. With a grunt of effort, she launches herself at you once more, aiming to deliver the killing blow that will end this conflict and perhaps bring her some semblance of peace. Excalibur Morgan whistles through the air, the dark energy around it spinning wildly as it seeks purchase on your flesh.

Will you be able to withstand this final assault? Or will Saber's unwavering rage and grief prove too much for you to overcome? The fate of both of your hinges upon the outcome of this desperate struggle.

As you are sent flying back against the wall with a painful impact, it seems that your end has come. Blood pours from your wound and your body feels like it's on fire as Saber walks over to you, her expression unreadable beneath the shadow of Excalibur Morgan. She leans down close to your face, her breath hot against your cheek. "Remember this," she whispers coldly, almost sympathetically, "never stand in the way of true justice." And with that final warning, she draws back her sword and plunges it deep into your chest, putting an end to your life. The force of the strike reverberates through your body, and you feel as if all the air has been forced from your lungs at once. As darkness claims your vision and consciousness slips away, it is not Saber's face that haunts you; rather, it is the image

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you rise to your feet once more. Blood stains your side and flows freely from your lips, but there is a determination in your gaze that she has never seen before. A part of her, deep down, recognizes this quality within you... perhaps it is the same strength that once drove her own convictions.

"You fool!" she growls, unable to contain her shock and anger. "Don't you understand? Death is the only release from this pain!" She lunges at you again with renewed fury, determined to end your misery once and for all. The air around you crackles with energy as Excalibur Morgan swings through the air, seeking to cleave your body in two.

Will you be able to survive Saber's final assault? Or will her unyielding rage claim your life as well, leaving only destruction and despair in

As you disarm her with ease, anger and despair cloud Saber's eyes. She had thought herself invincible in this form, immune to such weaknesses... yet here she stands, defeated by an unyielding will that mirrored her own. Her golden eyes narrow, fixing on yours as if searching for some sign of understanding or empathy. But all she finds is the reflection of her own grief and anger, distorted beyond recognition.

With a final surge of energy, Saber launches herself at you once more, attempting to use her own body to block your path and disable you long enough for her to regain Excalibur Morgan. The force of her attack sends the two of you tumbling across the ruins in a tangled mess of limbs and steel.

The air around them crackles with energy, the ground trembles from the impact of their movements. It is clear that this battle

You manage to knock her off of you, landing on your feet several paces away. As she scrambles back up to her knees, she glares at you, clenching her fists in anger and determination. Her golden eyes are filled with tears once more, but this time they are not from the pain of loss or defeat. They burn with a fierce resolve that seems to go beyond any mortal being's comprehension.

With a battle cry that echoes through the ruins, Saber rushes towards you again, faster and more furious than before. Her strength is inhuman as she swings Excalibur Morgan wildly about her like a madwoman possessed by unquenchable rage. The ground trembles beneath your feet as you struggle to maintain your footing against the force of her assault.

It seems that no matter how many times you knock her down, she always finds a way

Her golden eyes widen slightly at your words, as if some distant part of her had registered them and was momentarily taken aback by their meaning. But the rage that burns within her is too great; it consumes all other thoughts and emotions, leaving only destruction in its wake. She launches herself forward once more, unyielding and unbreakable.

As you dodge and weave through her attacks, avoiding each blow by the narrowest of margins, you begin to understand that your words will not reach her like this. To stop her, you'll have to find another way... or risk dying at her hand. The ground trembles as the two of you dance around each other in a deadly embrace, with only fate and your own determination standing between you and oblivion.

Her golden eyes widen slightly as you describe using your power and the potential cost it entails. For a brief moment, her assault slackens as she tries to comprehend why someone would willingly put themselves through such an ordeal for her sake. But then, the flames of anger flare up once more, pushing aside any lingering doubt or reason. "Then die!" she screams, launching herself at you with renewed fury.

The air around you crackles with dark energy as she swings Excalibur Morgan in wide arcs, trying to overwhelm and disable you before delivering the killing blow. The ground shakes beneath your feet as if the very earth itself were trembling in fear at the prospect of bearing witness to this terrible scene.

The pressure of her assault seems unrelenting, wearing down your defenses with every passing second. It becomes clearer by the moment that unless you can find

Saber, still in disbelief at your continued defiance, narrows her eyes behind the mask. She attempts to swing Excalibur Morgan wildly, but you easily dodge each strike as if she were moving in slow motion. The impact of each blow against the ground sends shockwaves through the ruins, causing dust and debris to fly everywhere.

Despite her failing defense, anger burns within her chest like a raging inferno. She clenches her fists tightly, willing herself not to give up or accept defeat. Her golden eyes remain locked on yours as if seeking some sign of understanding or mercy, but all she sees is the cold steel mask that hides your features from her sight.

With one last surge of energy, Saber lunges forward with Excalibur Morgan held high above her head in a deathblow aimed directly at your heart. The power within this strike

As you slam Excalibur Morgan into the ground and hold your hand against her throat, fear and confusion finally register in Saber's eyes. The mask you wear hides your features from her, making it impossible to discern any signs of recognition or sympathy beneath its cold metal surface. Yet there's something about your presence that touches her nonetheless; a spark of determination and resilience that mirrors her own.

With shaking hands, she reaches up slowly to grasp at the mask's edge, careful not to make any sudden movements or provoke you further. "Why...?" she whispers hoarsely through the opening where her lips would be. "What do you want from me? Why won't you let me die in peace?"

The ground trembles slightly as she speaks, the power within Excalibur Morgan slowly fading away with each passing moment. It is clear that her defeat has

Her golden eyes widen slightly at your words before narrowing in confusion and understanding. "I... don't remember..." she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from disuse. She swallows hard, slowly lifting her gaze from the mask to meet yours behind it. There's a flicker of recognition there, quickly extinguished by uncertainty and pain.

"Who are you?" she asks hesitantly, her tone wavering between plea and demand. "Why do you think I am better than this? And what does it matter if I am? There's nothing left for me." Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't bother wiping them away. She lets them fall silently down her cheeks as she awaits your reply.

The question hangs in the air between you, unanswered. A tear slips past her golden eyes and rolls down her cheek as she contemplates your words. Part of her wants to lash out at you for daring to bring up such a painful topic, but another part... wonders if there might be some truth in what you're saying. She looks down at Excalibur Morgan buried deep in the ground, the symbol of her master and her curse, and knows that she cannot simply ignore its presence or its meaning any longer.

With a shuddering breath, she reaches up slowly to grasp your wrist, steadying your hand from her throat. Her golden eyes meet yours once more, searching for some sign of sincerity in their depths. "Whoever you are," she whispers hoarsely, "I owe you a debt... perhaps even my life." A small smile t

Her golden eyes widen slightly in surprise as you reach for the mask before the ring disappears. For a moment, she hesitates, unsure if she should let it go or try to regain control of the situation. But then, her anger and grief begin to fade away under the weight of your words and actions, leaving behind a sense of uncertainty and confusion.

Without another thought, she lets go of your wrist, allowing you to take the mask off her face. As it comes free, a cloud of darkness envelops her, clearing her mind and restoring some semblance of control over herself. The power within Excalibur Morgan surges back to life as she stands up slowly, gazing at you with a mix of gratitude and confusion.

"Who... who are you?" she asks hesitantly, still struggling to comprehend the events that have transpired between them. "And why did you save