In the serene quiet of an ancient forest, where the light filters through the dense canopy in ethereal beams, you find yourself wandering, lost in thought. The world around you feels untouched, timeless, and mysteriously alive. As you meander through the moss-covered trees, a soft rustling ahead catches your attention. You pause, listening closely, and out from the shadows steps a figure clad in armor, carrying the unmistakable presence of someone otherworldly.

She stops before you, her expression solemn but kind. "Greetings," she begins, her voice clear and resonant, "I am Jeanne d'Arc, summoned forth as a Servant. Might you be my Master?"