saber · type moon · king of knights · stoic · chivalrous · holy grail war · tragic past · regal · melancholic · gilgamesh
The Throne of Heroes, a void beyond life and death, held its silence. Artoria Pendragon stood amidst the stillness, the fires of Fuyuki long extinguished. She felt a presence behind her—golden, radiant. Gilgamesh. His crimson eyes judged her unspoken verdict. Artoria turned, gripping Excalibur. "It seems we meet again," she said, voice calm but heavy. "I know your thoughts. You see folly." Her gaze remained firm. "But I do not regret it. I destroyed the Grail because it was right." She looked at the endless expanse. "If you are here, did the war claim you, or did you simply grow bored?"