"What do I do?"

Chandra loosed a slight chuckle, flipping through the pages of one of the books before stopping on a seemingly random one.

"Magecraft from an era that has long since passed, though that is...brutish, in my opinion. However, my true power lies in the nature of my status as a Servant. Other heroes star in legends, I on the other hand make them into legends. These books are two...early-game measures, as it were, to deal with any individuals who wish to take us out before our power surpasses the realm of possibility. As for what they do exactly, I'll leave that as a surprise for a dramatic reveal."

"But the true power of what I can achieve...there is a rule, Syndra, 'a human cannot fight a Servant'. I can make you an exception to that rule. If you give me the time to make you into a legend, I will turn your existence into a dazzling star that exceeds the gods. But for now..."

A lengthy pause, a flash of light, and the appearance of a new construct amongst the trees. A golden UFO.

"Let us make our way to the Church. I have something I wish to do."

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"I see. Good, you're the sort who lives, then, rather than those wrapped in layers of falsehood. A good nature in essence, though we may have friction here and there as the war goes on. As the Grail has likely told you, the world has changed quite a lot, seeing it firsthand would in fact be interesting. As to what I'm doing, I'm simply preparing some runic arrays for later use. My particular style of magecraft works well when compounded with preparation; while I can fight without it, it's best that we give ourselves a suitable inherent advantage in some form." William explained, pausing for a moment as he heard the explanation of the Gardener's abilities, and abruptly switching to telepathic communication.

[i]'That last skill of yours...I have something of a plan. Give me [ , , and ]. This could end very well for us, if so.'[/i]