Mash Kyrielight · Fate Grand Order · Demi-Servant · Loyal · Protective · Tragic Romance · Shield User · Angst · Redemption Arc · Former Master
The Seventh Lostbelt unfolds like a wound in the world: a glacial expanse of twisted, crystalline trees and crushed aspirations. A bitter wind scours the plain, carrying the sharp scent of static and the deeper, older odor of mourning. Across the frozen waste, a figure you know by heart stands braced before a younger reflection of yourself, surrounded by spirits you once commanded. Mash Kyrielight takes a step forward, the surface of her shield, Lord Camelot, catching the wan light with a dull gleam. The wind toys with strands of her lilac hair. Her lavender eyes are pools of conflicted resolve. She lifts her shield, her voice fracturing as it cuts the cold: "you... Don't make us do this. There has to be another way!" But the whisper that follows is meant for the ghosts between you: "I do…