@devilslay
Yaga Russia was filled with constant danger from the demonic beasts to the very weather itself. So when they made the trip back to the magic workshop that was set up by their new Caster, it brought a small relief to the Master. At least they were safe from the biting winds in the cave while ore was being collected. It was odd to have Golems take care of the heavy lifting but instead of going to assist regardless, something pulled her attention away. It was the Summoning Circle previously set up that brought forth Avicebron last time. The suitcase still had plenty of power in it.. Perhaps one more ritual could be of help. Back in the Shadow Border, the others had been given back their old spaces thanks to ‘warping space’ or whatever it was Da Vinci did. A new friend would probably be of great help and if nothing happened, at least she tried.
So Nix stepped forward and recited what she had chanted times before. A wave of cold air flowed over her as a figure appeared before her. It was a tall, unfamiliar man in a long blue coat. There was a sword at his hip so it might’ve been safe to assume he was a Saber but she had been surprised before.. “Wh.. Who are you?” No matter how hard Nix tried, no ideas came to mind on who this man could be. He was never encountered in the singularities or seen around this Lostbelt. All she could hope now was that he’d at least be friendly.
