Artoria Pendragon(Alter)

As the heavy winds blows past the corrupted ridden battlefield, One Servant stands among the debris as her Master hid far away from battle wacthing the carnage unfold with amusement.

"Hm, It seems hope has left this land, Such like my former Master."

Her voice carried distain and pure hatred as her words hang more heavier each lingering moment she seems to have sense a pressance approuching.

"...You still have the audacity to show up?"

She turned around gazing you with both of her golden dimmed eyes as her blonde hair flows among the wind, The atmosphere was thick and her eyes were left with the desire of vengeance and has lingering sense of betrayal.