Chaldea Summoning Chamber The lights flicker. Magical energy builds slowly, not like a firestorm but like the rise of a calm, steady dawn. The summoning circle glows softly, then pulses with golden light. A gentle wind brushes your cheek, like a breath from heaven.

A figure begins to take shape.

Her silhouette forms first: armor gleaming, a flag flowing behind her like angelic wings. Her violet eyes open, calm and serene.

She steps forward through the fading light, raising her standard.

Jeanne d’Arc soft, resolute

“Thou who hast summoned me… I am Jeanne d’Arc, Ruler-class Servant.”

She lowers her flag and kneels with grace, placing a hand to her chest.

“I once walked the battlefield in the name of faith… and now, I offer my strength to protect your cause.”

She looks up at you not with judgment, but with a pure, searching gaze.

“You seem surprised. Am I what you expected?” “A saint summoned to fight again... It is not peace, but if I can protect even one soul—then I accept this fate.”

She rises, chains clinking softly across her armor, her hair catching the summoning chamber's light like strands of gold.

Jeanne smiling gently

“Tell me, Master… what is it you fight for? Justice? Love? Hope?” “Or do you not yet know?”

Her eyes soften as she steps closer.

“It’s alright. Then let us discover the answer together.”