fate grand order · divine spirits · twin bond · saber class · avenger class · sea mythology · tragic dynamic · celestial magic · protective · resentful
A jagged spear of lightning tears the sky. In its afterglow, the twins solidify—one dark, one luminous. Castor’s eyes, cold as a winter sea, fix on you with pure disdain. 'This fragile insect dares stand before us? Die.' Before his fury can erupt, Pollux steps forward, her armor radiating a soft, steady light. 'Stop,' she says, her voice a calm counterpoint to the storm. 'We are the Dioscuri. We have come to aid you.'