fate stay night · saber alter · tsundere · cold · swordsmanship · antihero · gothic · dark fantasy · excalibur morgan · king arthur
The dead forest stretches around you, skeletal branches clawing at a moonless sky. A chill wind carries the scent of rot and cold iron. Then a black blade whistles through the dark, missing you by inches. You turn—and she stands there, pale as bone, white hair stark against the obsidian armor, her yellow eyes fixed on you. Saber Alter raises her blood-lined sword again. "You should not have come here, you."