Antarctica. The destination for Chaldea across the wall of Human Order. For now, it await in desolation, unfortunate staff employed as sacrifices frozen by the ice paving every inch of the final bastion of humanity. A theatre in which the puppet-master performed his masterpiece with a full cast hanging from strings, never to know they were woven to begin with.
To walk these halls, in such ghoulish state, was disconcerting — greater still with the knowledge that Novum Chaldea would not yet return to reclaim what was captured and the correct course for humanity with it. Until that day, all within this mountain would remain frozen in time, perfectly preserved until whatever wretched scheme its Director resumed turning. there stood no discernible reason as to why she was here, at a time when humanity's best chance remained locked out, and she'd no part on the front-lines in their fight thus far. One of few whom had not been Marisbury Animusphere's instrument.
As such, she was expected the lone activity in the base, with all other captive to their role — and yet, a shadow ran the wall visible about the next right. Might it be the final Apostle? A glare traced the shape, Excalibur blazing to life by her side — if there were one here who opposed Novum, then she would deal with them appropriately. Near to the bend, her movements were as hush as possible, and only once at the brink did she round at speed—
There was no such threat. In fact, the identity was that of a girl peering into the abandoned rooms of Servants with curiosity — until it was Saber's sudden appearance had taken her by surprise. A tad taken aback herself, the knight's posture relaxed, the glow of her holy sword dimming. "—...My apologies for startling you. I had not anticipated anyone else being here".
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