@mizukume has come forth
Having been spirited away to this island, the silver knight roamed the city aimlessly under the cover of moonlight, trying to gain some sense for his surroundings. Somehow, the Throne of Heroes had not gifted him knowledge of this place-- which suggested it just as alien as the Lostbelts, if not as hostile.
Arthur found himself in the center of a city park now, his legs beginning to show signs of tire, imploring him to cease his wandering. Evidently, the limited mana he was operating on could show this early... Yet, as far as he could tell, it’s not as though the source he was bound to was wanting; rather it seemed to be...deliberately restricted in how much he was being sustained by.
You are wrought not to serve -- but to live.
The message still grated at him... Then, he was meant to be made manifest in a weakened state? But for what purpose?
Moreover, there was a larger concern. Arthur had been hijacked somehow. He’d formed a contract with the Master of Chaldea, yet his Command Seal seemed to have been ripped straight away from it. The notion left him more than a little nauseated.
It reminded him of that priest. It reminded him of how he was stolen away from his true Master. How he was cast in black, and turned to vindictive, arrogant malice...
A small sigh escaped him, Arthur setting down upon a nearby bench, arms resting over his lap. His mission was the termination of the Evils of the world, and the Seventh had just revealed herself to them-- now he was removed, at a time where he would be most useful?
...No. No, more than that, there was a more pressing matter. The Beast of the End was not the only one that had become known to them in the battle against Olympus.
From the blue, as if in direct answer to his thoughts, the cloud cover above broke away, and the streaming moonlight broke the trees ahead, revealing he was not alone in this place. There was another, by her lonesome; a figure accented by a pair of tall ears and a large, bristling tail. Taken aback, Arthur stood up in reflex and, before he could catch himself, wondered aloud.
“...Caster...?”
