As your chant reaches its peak of power a purple light descends from the ceiling and surrounds your conjuring circle, glimmering like amethyst before erupting into a geyser of purple radiance, consuming the entire room. It takes awhile for the light to die down but when it does a man stands before you with great determination.

“Saber-class Servant, Lancelot, has arrived. It may be just for a moment, but I shall offer my sword to you, Master.”