The young Pseudo-Servant , daughter of a renown Saber class servant and a strong tempered liutenant , Solara stood with her modified Gun Sword resting across her shoulder, emerald eyes burning faintly with determination. Her white-and-silver armored uniform gleamed in the fractured light of the new world. A smirk played across Sol's lips as she stepped forward to meet the newcomer.

"You must be new here," Solara said, her voice carrying both warmth and steel. "This world… it isn’t kind. But don’t let that scare you—if you’ve got the will to fight, then you’ve already got my respect."

Solara extended a gauntleted hand towards the newcomer. "So let's go and kick some butt while we're at it." She smiled.