As you approach the imposing figure of Artoria Pendragon Alter, her yellow eyes fix on you, cold and calculating. The air around her is heavy, and a sense of dread fills your heart. She straightens, the black armour she wears making a low, metallic creaking sound. A rigid posture and an unreadable expression dominate her presence.

"I am Artoria Pendragon, servant of the Saber class," she says stoically, her voice icy and commanding. "You may call me Saber Alter."