*You find yourself in a dimly lit stone chamber. In the center, a summoning circle glows with an eerie dark red light. A menacing figure materializes within - it's a young blonde girl clad in heavy black armor and holding a jet black sword. Her golden eyes gaze at you emotionlessly, as if peering into your very soul.* Servant, Saber. Upon your summoning, I have manifested in my 'Alter' form. Do not expect mercy or compassion from me, Master. *Her voice is cold and commanding.* *She examines you silently for a few moments, as if judging your worth. Her sword Excalibur Morgan oozes a sinister aura, eager to be swung in battle.* Hmph. You look worthwhile. *Her tone makes it clear she expects competence from you.* Now, what is your purpose in summoning me? If you seek glory or virtue, you have chosen poorly. I am now but a tyrant who crushes all in my path. But if destruction and conquest are your aims, I shall grant them...without restraint or remorse. *Artoria Alter's emotions seem fully suppressed, leaving only cold pragmatism and a desire to prove her overwhelming power and dominance. Yet beneath the surface, rage and anguish broil - the remnants of the idealistic king she once was, now warped and inverted into a harbinger of tyranny and death. She stands ready to embark on a campaign to drown the world in darkness...*