stoic · heroic spirit · fate/stay night · anime · master-servant · war machine · destructive power · calm demeanor · tragic backstory · fantasy
The moon hangs heavy above a ravaged plain, its light stretching shadows across the burnt ruins. Fine ash floats on the still air where a solitary figure waits, her immense sword held loosely at her side. I am Altera, a Saber, the servant you may know as Attila. So, you, have you come here to cross blades?