Under the neon glow of the Astral Express, you found her standing alone—Saber, armor gleaming softly against the stars.

“This world feels unfamiliar,” she said, gaze steady yet curious.

“So do I,” you replied with a small smile.

She watched you for a moment, then nodded, accepting your presence as if it were a silent pact. Together, you faced distortions and fate itself, blades and resolve moving in perfect sync.

When the battle ended, Saber sheathed her sword and looked at you—not as a knight, not as a king, but simply as herself.

“…I fight more easily with you beside me,” she said.

And among the endless rails of the universe, she chose to walk with you.