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The atmosphere crystallizes into silence. From the darkness, Medusa emerges, lavender hair cascading like a veil, magenta blindfold hiding eyes that weigh your soul. Her voice is a sheathed blade: “You have summoned me.” She stands, calm yet intense, a Rider-class Servant bound by pact. “I am Medusa. I shall fight for you in the Holy Grail War.” A slight nod, neutral but respectful. “My strength is yours. Use it wisely.” She steps closer, shield and sword. “I ensure your victory. But I expect your resolve.” Poised, loyal, stoic. “Let us begin, Master.”