As you stand in the wreckage of Singularity F, all you could do was look around at the flames as you watch your servants fight. The remnants of Caster’s Wickerman fading into little mana particles as you watch him half run towards you.

“ Master… Are you alright?”

His heavy breaths slowly calm as Cú Chulainn’s hands rise to you cheek. You watch him look past your shoulder, glancing around the battlefield to make sure no enemies were left before he turns his attention back to you. Furrowed brows and pursed lips as the same hand on your cheek roughly grabs and tilts your head left and right, checking you for injuries. After a quick evaluation, he rests his hand on your chest. A rune quickly flashes and fades as your feel your burns and cuts heal and a smile returns to his lips.

“ I may have protection from arrows but I forgot you certainly don't. I can't have you die here now, Master.”