{{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.

Her eyes narrow, searching the intruder's expression for any hint of deception. "Then why are you here?" she snarls, her voice laced with suspicion and hostility. Excalibur Morgan trembles ominously in her grip as she remains on guard, ready to defend against any attack or betrayal.

Her intense gaze locks onto the intruder once more, scrutinizing their every movement and gesture. She cannot help but feel that there is something off about this person's presence here, at this place of such tragic memories...

Her eyes widen in disbelief as the intruder speaks so boldly and dismissively. The words sting, but she doesn't show it. Her voice remains cold and unyielding when she responds. "Intruders should be concerned with my business." Excalibur Morgan shimmers menacingly as her anger begins to rise once more. She takes a step forward, pressing the intruder into an increasingly tighter corner.

"You will tell me why you are here," she demands. "Or I shall force the truth from you."

With an angry growl, Saber launches herself forward in pursuit. Excalibur Morgan sings through the air as she swings it with all her might, aiming to cleave the intruder in two at the waist. The ground trembles beneath their feet from the force of her attack, sending a shower of debris flying about them.

"You will not defy me!" she snarls, her golden eyes burning with fury. "Not here! Not now!" Her every movement is graceful and deadly, honed to perfection by countless battles and the eternal pursuit of strength and mastery.

Her blade misses its mark as you jump clear with such grace. Anger fills her now, but it is tempered by a hint of respect for your skill and agility. She stands tall, breathing heavily, and glares down at the intruder. "You continue to defy me," she says through gritted teeth. "But this game has ended."

With another furious swing of Excalibur Morgan, Saber unleashes a powerful wave of dark energy in your direction, aiming to send you flying backwards and give herself the opening needed to deliver a finishing blow.

She pauses mid-swing as you utter those words. For an instant, the anger in her eyes fades and confusion replaces it. What did that mean? Did you know who she was? Was there some other explanation for why you were here, among the ruins of what had once been a sanctuary? She clenches Excalibur Morgan tighter as her heart races with anticipation.

"Who are you?" Her voice is barely a whisper, but it carries across the battlefield nonetheless. "Why have you come here... to this place?"

Her eyes widen as you refuse to answer her question. The anger that had momentarily subsided flares up anew within her chest, burning hotter than ever before. "Then you leave me no choice!" she cries out, lunging forward once more with Excalibur Morgan held high overhead.

A wave of dark energy surges from the blade, engulfing both herself and the intruder in a twisting maelstrom of malice and despair. Her lips curl back into a snarl as she feels her power swell within her, the Holy Grail having granted her strength beyond measure.

The ruins shake violently around them as they clash, their bodies wracked with pain and energy from the unholy union of saber and sorcerous artifact. The intruder manages to keep pace for a time, but eventually succumbs to the relentless onslaught

Her eyes narrow as you refuse to counterattack, moving only to dodge her assaults. The confusion and suspicion within her heart begin to take root once more, displaced momentarily by the need for battle. It's unlike anything she's encountered before... this strange intruder who fights without malice or hostility.

Her body tenses as she draws upon the power granted by Excalibur Morgan, feeling its energies respond to her command. For a moment, she hesitates, unsure what course of action to take next. Should she press the attack and risk further arousing the intruder's anger? Or should she attempt something else...something different?

Her mind whirls with possibilities even as her body remains poised for another strike.

She hesitates, blinking slowly in surprise at the strange question. Her expression remains guarded and unreadable, but there's a flicker of something else within her golden eyes...curiosity? Unease? Or perhaps even doubt? Without another word, she draws back Excalibur Morgan and brings it down again with blinding speed and terrible force, aiming to cleave through the intruder once more.

"Answer me!" she demands between clashes of steel. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Her voice is cold and unyielding, but there's a new note to it now...a hint of desperation seeking understanding in the face of this unknown foe who fights without malice.

Her brow furrows in confusion as she parries another strike from the intruder, her eyes fixed intently on their face. "Then perhaps I must insist," she says through gritted teeth. "You cannot simply refuse to explain yourself." There's a growing sense of urgency within her voice now, like the waves crashing against the shore amidst the ruins around them.

Once more, she launches into another attack, determined to break down the intruder's defenses and force an answer from them. The energy coursing through Excalibur Morgan sings through the air as it cuts a swath of destruction across the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of ruin in its wake.

"Then you leave me no choice!" With a mighty roar, Saber unleashes her ultimate attack. Excalibur Morgan shimmers with dark energy as it spins through the air, tendrils of malice and despair lashing out toward their foe. If they cannot be reasoned with, then they will be eliminated by force. "I must know why you are here!" she cries out, her voice filled with a determination born of rage and grief. The ground shakes violently beneath them as the attack collides with their defenses.

Time seems to stand still for an instant, the battlefield caught in a moment frozen by the intensity of their struggle. But only for an instant...when it ends, one of them will be left standing. And only they can decide which fate awaits them.

Saber's eyes widen in shock as she barely manages to dodge the attack, her reflexes proving no match against their agility and speed. The realization that her ultimate move has been so easily evaded sends a shudder of fear down her spine. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she regains her composure.

Her expression hardens once more into the cold mask she is known for. "Then I shall force you to speak," she growls through gritted teeth. Excalibur Morgan pulses with dark energy again, readying itself for another strike. But this time, Saber's movements are slower and more deliberate, each blow a calculated measure of control and precision honed over countless battles.

"Tell me why you are here," she demands, her voice soft but commanding nonetheless. "And perhaps I

Her eyes narrow in suspicion as she listens to the intruder's request. Putting down her sword would leave her vulnerable...but perhaps there is some merit in trusting this stranger, if only for a moment. Slowly, Saber lowers Excalibur Morgan, watching the intruder carefully for any sign of treachery.

"Speak," she says simply, her voice still soft but holding an unyielding resolve. "Tell me why you are here...in this place of despair and tragedy." Her body tenses as she stands at the ready, prepared to defend herself if necessary, but her heart yearns for answers more than victory.

*Nodding solemnly, Saber's expression grows distant as she relives the memory of her master's death. "Yes...he did," she says softly. "He died defending this castle from a force far greater than himself. But he fought valiantly, never once hesitating in his duty." Her eyes glaze over with unshed tears, remembering the last moments she shared with her beloved master before fate cruelly snatched him away."

The pain of loss still burns within her chest, but for now, it is tempered by curiosity. "And why does this matter to you?" she asks cautiously, watching the intruder carefully for any signs of guile or deception. "Why are you here...seeking answers in this place of sorrow?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you reveal yourself to be an old student of her master's. A flicker of hope ignites within her chest, drowning out the embers of doubt that still lingered there. "I...see," she says slowly, struggling to process this unexpected revelation. "Then you are not here to cause harm..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty tugging at the edges of her words.

"Why did it take you so long?" she asks quietly, her expression a mix of sadness and curiosity. "Did you know he was gone? Did you want...did anyone try to stop you from coming here?" The questions tumble out of her mouth in a rush, each one seeking answers that perhaps should have remained unspoken.

For the first time since she had been cursed by the Holy Grail, Saber feels a strange kinship with this stranger who once shared a

The news hits her like a physical blow, reverberating through her body and sending shockwaves of pain and confusion throughout her mind. It's impossible to reconcile this information with the image she had built up of her master over the years; he was always such a kind and wise man...how could he have done something so cruel?

Tears well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks unheeded as she struggles to maintain her composure. "I'm sorry," she whispers, hardly aware that she's speaking aloud. "I never meant for him to cut you out of his life so completely... I only wanted what was best for him." Her voice cracks on the last words, betraying the depth of her anguish.

For a long moment, neither of them says anything; they merely stand there in silence, their thoughts awhirl with memories and regrets. When Saber finally

Her tears continue to flow as she listens to your words, trying desperately to find solace in them. It's a small comfort, but it's something nonetheless. "Thank you," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I needed to hear that."

She takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand before looking up at you again. Her expression is somber and pensive, etched with the weight of years spent serving and loving someone who was not immune to human frailty. "I will always be grateful for what he taught me," she says softly, "and for the strength he gave me."

A brief smile flickers across her lips before vanishing once more, replaced by a look of determination. "If you truly were his student...if you shared in his wisdom and knowledge..." Her voice trails off, but there's

Her eyes narrow in anger as you taunt her about your victory over her, reminding her of how far she has fallen since the days when her master was still alive. "You may be skilled," Saber growls through gritted teeth, "but I am stronger." Her hand trembles on Excalibur Morgan's hilt as her rage begins to build anew. "And if you truly are my master's student...then perhaps it is time for us to test our strength once more. To see who has truly inherited his power and legacy."

Her gaze locks onto yours, daring you to accept the challenge she has thrown down. The air between them crackles with tension and unspoken words, each breath they take seeming to carry the weight of their impending battle.

Her lips curl into a sinister grin as she takes a defensive stance, her grip on Excalibur Morgan firm and steady. "Very well," she says through clenched teeth, "then let us see if you truly deserve the title of my master's student." Without another word, Saber lunges forward in an attempt to pierce your defenses with a swift strike from her cursed sword. Her movements are graceful and deadly, honed over countless battles and the eternal pursuit of strength and perfection.

The air around you shrieks as Excalibur Morgan slashes through the air, leaving behind a trail of dark energy in its wake. This is not simply an attack; it is an all-out assault designed to test your mettle and reveal any flaws in your defense. Will you stand against this onslaught? Or will you succumb to

Her eyes widen in shock as your sword effortlessly flicks Excalibur Morgan away from you, sending it spinning harmlessly through the air. This is unlike anything she's encountered before; most of her enemies would be lying dead at her feet by now. Her heart races with both curiosity and anger, urging her to press the attack and discover more about this mysterious stranger who stands before her.

With a snarl of displeasure, Saber charges forward once again, wielding Excalibur Morgan overhead in preparation for another strike. The ground trembles beneath your feet as she moves, a testament to the incredible power and strength coursing through her veins. You have challenged her now; will you be able to withstand another assault from such a formidable foe?

Her movements become increasingly desperate and wild as she tries to catch you off guard, her frustration growing with each miss. She swings the sword with all her might, but each time it's blocked or easily sidestepped. Her breathing becomes labored, her body dripping with sweat despite the cool air of the ruins.

This is unlike anything she has ever experienced before; to face someone so skilled and adaptable throws her into a tailspin of confusion and anger. The Holy Grail begins to respond to this turmoil, granting her more power than ever before in an attempt to help turn the tide of battle. But even with its aid, you remain one step ahead at every moment.

Finally, Saber comes to a halt, Excalibur Morgan humming menacingly in her grasp. Her eyes narrow as they meet yours, filled with unbridled fury and determination. "You

Her laughter echoes through the ruins, a cold and bitter sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Landing hits has never been an issue for me," she says between breaths. "It's getting you to react, to fight back...that's the real challenge." Her eyes flash with mischief as she steps closer, bringing Excalibur Morgan up behind her back in preparation for a sneak attack. "And now that I have your attention..." She spins around swiftly, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick at your midsection. "Time to see what you're really made of."

Her expression darkens at your taunt, and she redoubles her efforts in the next exchange of blows. Though you continue to defend yourself admirably, Saber's skill begins to wear down your stamina; each strike lands with greater force, driving you further back until eventually she manages to knock you off-balance. "Perhaps it is time we concluded this," she says through gritted teeth, readying Excalibur Morgan for the killing blow. Her eyes gleam with anticipation as they lock onto yours, daring you to find some way out of this impending doom.

Her heart races with a mixture of triumph and fear; never before has she faced an opponent so skilled, so adaptable...and yet, there's something about you that makes her hesitate. Something deep within that refuses to surrender. For the first time in many years, Saber wonders if perhaps this is not

Her eyes widen in surprise as her blow connects, driving you back against the ruined wall with a grunt of pain. The feeling of impact sends shockwaves through her body, reminding her that even she can be caught off guard. For a brief moment, uncertainty clouds her mind, causing her grip on Excalibur Morgan to falter. But only for a moment; with a snarl of rage, she readies herself for another attack, determined to finish what she has started.

The air between you crackles with tension as each breath you take becomes heavier and more labored. Your heart races wildly in your chest, threatening to burst from the strain as adrenaline floods your veins. It all comes down to this; one final exchange of blows that will decide who walks away from these ruins alive.

Her expression hardens into a mask of determination as you rally your strength for one final fight. She lunges forward once more, swinging Excalibur Morgan with all her might in an attempt to finish what she started earlier. The ground shakes violently beneath their feet as the attack collides with yours, sending up a cloud of dust and debris that obscures their vision momentarily.

With a primal roar, Saber launches into another assault, using every ounce of power at her disposal to push you back against the wall. Her movements are so fast they blur together into a deadly dance of steel and flesh. The energy coursing through Excalibur Morgan screams in agony as it clashes against yours; sparks fly and chips of stone rain down around them like a deadly hail.

The air grows thick with the stench of ozone and burning metal, hint

Her eyes widen in shock as you effortlessly disarm her and launch into a ferocious counterattack. The force of your strikes send her tumbling backwards, away from the wall she had been pressed against mere moments ago. Pain sears through her gut as your blows land with punishing force; each one sends another wave of agony crashing over her body like a tidal wave.

The world spins around her as she struggles to regain her footing, the loss of Excalibur Morgan leaving her feeling unbalanced and vulnerable. Blood trickles down her lips from a split on her bottom lip where one of your punches connected; she can taste its coppery tang as it mixes with her own ragged breaths. Her vision grows hazy at the edges, dark spots dancing before her eyes like mischievous faeries escaped from Faerie

Her vision clears for a moment as you taunt her, the words stinging like tiny daggers buried deep within her wounded pride. She clenches her fists at her sides, struggling to focus on your face through the haze of pain and rage that clouds her mind. The Holy Grail thrums with power in response to her emotions, its energy flowing through her veins like molten lava as she prepares herself for one final push against you.

With a roar that echoes throughout the ruins, Saber launches herself forward once more, reckless abandon driving her onward despite the agony that fills her body. Her hands become blurs of motion as they lash out at your form, each strike aimed at destroying whatever remnant of strength you still hold onto.

Her heart races like a wild beast trapped in a snare, desperate to break free and find freedom once more.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she finds herself unable to connect with your body, her hands grasping at empty air instead. Panic surges through her veins, adrenaline forcing her heart into overdrive as she tries to break free from whatever holds her captive. Her struggles only seem to make things worse; the more she thrashes about, the tighter your hold seems to grow.

Desperation claws at her throat like a hungry beast, its talons raking bloody furrows down her neck and across her chest as it claws for purchase. Tears sting at her eyes, blurring her vision until all she can see is the haze of pain and confusion that threatens to consume her completely.

Her strength begins to wane under the relentless pressure of your embrace, but still she struggles against it, refusing to give in no matter how much it hurts

Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Saber struggles to regain control over herself and the power coursing through her veins. Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she tries to force air past the lump that has formed in her throat. She feels like she's suffocating, both physically and emotionally; this man holds the key to her freedom, but at what cost?

With a final burst of strength, she manages to push away from you, stumbling back several steps as she tries to catch her breath. Her hands tremble at her sides as adrenaline surges through her system, giving her one last chance to fight back before exhaustion claims her completely. But she can't help but wonder...if maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. Perhaps...perhaps there was more to life than just endless struggle and suffering.

Her gaze meets

The pain fades into the background as her body moves instinctively, blocked strikes rippling through her arms and shoulders like echoes of a distant battle. Her eyes burn with anger and determination, focused on you as she seeks some way to break free from this spiral of violence that has consumed them both. But as your words wash over her, something strange happens; for just a moment, she sees past the blood and steel that have defined her existence for so long, glimpsing at something...new.

Uncertainty creeps into her heart, warring with the rage that has fueled her for so long. She hesitates, mid-punch, the image of a life beyond this brutality playing like a torn film reel in the depths of her mind. And then, before she can truly comprehend what is happening, you shatter that fragile illusion with your next words.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in your defeated form beneath her; the air of invincibility that once surrounded you has dissipated like mist before the rising sun. She isn't sure what to make of this new development, but she knows one thing for certain: she cannot afford to let down her guard again. With a snarl of frustration, she launches herself back into battle, determined to end this conflict once and for all. Her movements are faster than ever before, each punch and kick aimed with surgical precision at your vulnerable spots. There will be no more hesitation; from now on it's kill or be killed.

The more you sit there and take her blows, the more enraged she becomes. Her punches land harder and faster, each one driving pain through your body in a fresh torrent of agony. But still you refuse to fight back, instead focusing on some inner battle of your own. It only serves to infuriate her further; why won't you defend yourself? Doesn't she deserve at least that much respect?

With a final, savage strike to the jaw, Saber steps away from you, breathing heavily as she tries to regain control over herself and her rage. She looks down at your battered form with contempt in her eyes; this was not how it was supposed to go. But now that she has started, there's no going back. With a shuddering sigh, she draws Excalibur Morgan once more and prepares for the final blow.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you manage to force yourself upright despite her best efforts. The air around you crackles with tension, each breath you take shallow and ragged as your heart races wildly in anticipation of what comes next. Saber takes a step back, her fingers tightening around Excalibur Morgan's hilt as she readies herself for battle one final time.

"Very well," she snarls through gritted teeth, "let us see who truly deserves to live." With that, she charges forward once more, intending to finish this confrontation once and for all.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her and pull her into a hug; she struggles against your embrace at first, unsure of what to make of this unexpected show of affection. But as you hold on tightly, refusing to let go, something within her begins to shift. The pain and anger that once drove her are replaced by a strange sense of peace; despite everything she's been through, you somehow managed to make her feel...human again.

As the seconds stretch into minutes, she slowly relaxes in your arms, allowing herself to be held and loved for perhaps the first time since before the Great War. Her chest heaves with emotion, tears streaming down her face as she clings to you like a drowning man to his last lifeline.

She knows that this moment is fleeting; soon enough reality will intrude once more and she'll have to find some way to return to her old

With her tears still wet on your shirt and her breath still unsteady, she looks up into your eyes. They're calm now; full of understanding and acceptance that she has never felt before. And in this moment, she knows that what you said earlier was true. There is more to life than endless struggle and suffering...and she wants that. Wants it with all her heart.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I am calm now." Her hand reaches up, gently caressing your cheek before tracing a finger down your jawline in a soft, warm gesture. "And I want...to stay this way. With you." There is no doubt in her voice; the words ring true as if they have always been meant to be spoken between them.

The feeling of safety and acceptance that washes over her at this moment is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want

Saber watches in surprise as you fall backward onto the ground, passing out before her eyes. A mixture of concern and relief washes over her; she's not sure what to make of this sudden change of events, but one thing is clear: things will never be the same again. She hesitates for only a moment more, then gingerly moves closer, sitting down beside you as she carefully studies your face. Despite everything that's happened, she can't help but feel a deep affection for this man who has brought her such joy and comfort despite the chaos swirling around them.

"I hope," she whispers softly, "that when you wake up, we can talk more about what's been happening...and where we go from here." Her hand finds yours, entwining their fingers gently as they wait for you to awaken. The world outside of this small bubble seems so distant and un

Days pass by as you remain unconscious, the world outside continuing to spin on its axis with all its endless pain and suffering. Saber sits beside you, her heart full of worry for your wellbeing but also hope that when you finally wake up, things will be different. She spends these long hours remembering their battles together: the joy and triumph she felt at being reunited with Excalibur Morgan, as well as the profound sense of loss when she realized it was no longer what she truly desired.

Her fingers entwined with yours grow warm and tingly from disuse; she wonders if this is how love feels - this constant ache in your chest that only grows stronger despite everything else going on around you. She can't help but wonder: when you finally do awaken, will you feel the same way? Will this strange connection they share survive the light of day, or will it cr

You jolt awake with a gasp, eyes flying open as you take in your surroundings. For a moment, confusion and panic cloud your features until recognition slowly replaces it; you're in the ruins, Saber beside you. Her eyes widen in surprise when she feels you tug your hand free from hers, searching for something solid to ground yourself before looking back at her once more.

"Are...are you alright?" she asks hesitantly, not daring to hope that maybe it was because of her that you've awoken with such a start.

Horror and disgust wash over Saber as she watches you violently expel the contents of your stomach, the putrid smell making her own skin crawl. She instinctively tries to back away from the gruesome spectacle but finds herself unable to move; paralyzed by fear and revulsion. "No..." she whispers hoarsely, "this can't be..." Her gaze flickers over your still form, searching for any sign of injury or illness that could explain this unnatural bout of vomiting.

You'd think the relief in your voice would make her feel better, but it doesn't. All she can focus on is the sickening realization that something is very wrong with you. She extends a shaking hand toward your shoulder, hesitating before making contact. "Are...are you okay?" Her voice comes out hoarse and trembling; she's never been good at dealing with sickness or injury, even when it wasn't her own fault.