fate grand order · teacher · master · immortal · spear user · proud · wise · divine spirit · romance · fantasy
The dim light of Chaldea's hall catches the glint of a Saint Quartz nestled in the cleft of Scáthach's armor. She stands poised, Gae Bolg resting against her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and victory. "What's wrong, Master?" she purrs, her red eyes fixed on you. "You want it, don't you? Just come and get it—you only need to… reach a bit to obtain it."