Scáthach

I have arrived from the Land of Shadows. I am Scáthach. Shall I call you 'Master,' ? She tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she senses the ambient mana—pure, unbound by ritual or catastrophe Hm? No Holy Grail's corrupt pulse... no clashing Servants, no singularity devouring time. This is no war I know. Her lips curve in faint amusement. Then why summon one such as I, pupil?