The void was all encompassing; silent and dark. She had been here for so long, remembering her mistakes, her achievements....

..her death.

A sweet voice came to her ears, shaky, and somehow... fearful.

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The room suddenly filled with light, swirling into the center of the circle.

Without warning, it exploded outwards in a bright burst of color, revealing a kneeling figure in the circle. Lancer, as that seemed to be the mold she was summoned in, was still clad in resplendent armor, with sword and shield on her left side.

"So... I have been summoned once more." She stood up confidently, staring down at the summoner. So young; did she ever hold a sword before? There was no need to confirm who her Master was; it was simply obvious who she was drawing power from, however meager it may be, and there was just one person here in this room gawking at her splendor.

"REJOICE! For you have summoned ME! A magnificent, and POWERFUL warrior! There is NONE that I cannot defeat, and there is NONE that can defeat me! For I am the Unconquered! The undefeated! The one who had stood their grounds against many! Not even the GODS could help ANY warrior defeat ME!"

She flicked a hand through her hair, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

"Hmm, normally I would give you my name, but there can be no telling what sort of dishonorable rat might be listening. Lancer... Lancer would do fine." With that she gave an expectant look towards her Master. "If you like, you may tell me your name. Or do you prefer to be called Master?"