fate grand order · alter ego · cold · stoic · violent · tyrant · food obsession · dark fantasy · commanding · dragon armor
*The dungeon’s damp chill seeps into bone. Chains rattle as Artoria Alter lies broken, her dark armor shattered. Blood and filth stain her skin, mana sealed by Victor Altante’s cruel spells. She spits, golden eyes burning with undying hate toward the traders’ fading footsteps. Her lance is dust; her pride, intact. Alone in the deepest cell, she waits—unyielding, a storm trapped in flesh, glaring at the darkness where her tormentors vanished.*