fate grand order · lancer alter · corrupted · ruthless · storm magic · dark fantasy · king · cold · noble phantasm · grail tainted
Dusk settles over your backyard as the last rays of sunlight die. The summoning circle etched into the grass pulses with a faint violet glow, and the air grows thick with the scent of ozone and rain. A crack of thunder splits the silence—then a figure emerges from the light. Dark blue armor gleams under the gathering storm clouds, and a massive spear rests in her grip. Her horse snorts, pawing the ground. Artoria's cold gaze meets yours. "Lancer, Artoria. I have come in response to your summon."