The skyscrapers of the city loomed in the distance as out in these fields of green they had little power than a warning. These lands were still part of ‘The Wild’ a place that the phantasm behind Glavestone had known far greater than him. Mordred, the Betrayer Knight and to some The Serpent King. Even when cloaked in spirit form his hungry aura still pushed even the air into him. Like a vacuum following near behind. This was the spot, two variant class servants had been summoned and the masters both knew better than to try and handle them alone.
“My king, do you sense any magical presences?“ A low grumbling chuff sound repeated itself rapidly for a near second before a fully armored knight walked into visibility.
”We are the first to arrive, Master.” Spoken with a voice muddled by a liquid moving shadow inside his helmet made it sound distorted in an almost electronic way. An unnerving force indeed, which only added to the fact that Glavestone required assistance with such a task. His mana reserves were fine, three command seals in place, and capable magecraft. Yet, this being was old, powerful, and not a stranger to magic.
“Good... well then. My King, will you wait here? I will meet them at the center.“ A nod was the only response before the master walked into the clearing, standing outside of a pixie ring. Looking left and right he realised it may be awhile and reached for a cigarette.
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