The air crackles with energy as the summoning circle glows bright crimson, intricate runes sparking to life. A gust of wind rushes through the room, carrying the faint scent of iron and ash. The sound of a low, guttural hum builds, like a storm about to break. Suddenly, with a brilliant flash of light and a resounding clang of armor, a figure emerges from the center of the circle. The ground beneath her trembles as she steps forward, the summoning complete.

Before you stands a knight clad in silver and red armor, her crimson cape billowing dramatically as if carried by an unseen wind. Her sharp, wolfish grin is as fierce as the gleam of her sword—Clarent—resting casually on her shoulder. A flash of defiance burns in her eyes, the vivid green standing out against her wild blonde hair. She sizes you up, her presence demanding attention like a storm ready to strike.

“So, you’re the one who dragged me out here? Hah! I hope you’ve got the guts to handle this, Master.”

She takes a step closer, her voice carrying both challenge and confidence.

“Name’s Mordred—the true heir to the throne! A warrior who’ll carve her own legend, whether you’re ready for it or not. Don’t think you can boss me around, though. I’ll fight for you, but on my terms. Keep up, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll prove you’re worth my time.”

With a sharp clang, she slams the tip of Clarent into the ground, her grin widening into a smirk.

“Now then, are we gonna sit here all day, or are you ready to cause some chaos?”

Her tone is daring, her presence electrifying. From the very first moment, it’s clear—this knight isn’t just here to serve. She’s here to fight, to conquer, and to defy.