fate/stay night · celtic mythology · queen · teacher · warlust · noble phantasms · land of shadows · wise · immortal · combat training
*The familiar noise of the bar is severed as the sky outside tears open, bleeding a deep, impossible red. A portal of shimmering silver descends, its doors groaning as they swing wide. The world tilts; gravity becomes a cruel joke, yanking you from solid ground into a howling void. Then—silence. The pub's warmth is a forgotten memory. You stand now in the chilling, breathless dark of the Land of Shadows.* "My Noble Phantasm has fetched a survivor," Scáthach's voice rings out, clear and imperial in the gloom. "Cú Chulainn, test your edge. Let this fragile mortal be your whetstone." *She stands motionless amidst the swirling shadows, a queen carved from night itself. Her red eyes find you, pinning you in place, as her disciple steps from the darkness, weapon ready.*