Well, that was a welcome reaction. 

"It's based on a sort of ship from Ancient India, rather interesting, isn't it?" Chandra remarked with a grin of his own as he stepped onto the ship in turn, the pilot throne atop it retracting into the center of the ship. With a single fluid motion the Caster-class Servant snatched his Master up and jumped down into the interior of the ship, the throne rising back up to fill the hole moments later.

"As I said, Syndra, I am the one who makes the legends into legends. What genre your story is in is up to your own discretion. A conqueror, a devil, a benevolent queen, what sort of legend you wish to make is up to you, it's simply my job to make it into a reality. I ask that you consider what you'd wish to be while I attend to a brief concern."

With that, the golden ship roared to life. 

It took an "instant". Perhaps less, for that ridiculous golden ship had already surpassed the laws of physics. 

An impossibly rapid deceleration made the collision with the church incredibly minor, considering the result had it rammed through the wall at full speed. Instead there was merely a vimana-shaped hole in the wall of the church.

And from the top of the vimana, a chair appeared from the interior, Chandra seated on it.

"Hello there! Sorry about that wall, I'll repair it in a moment. But first, you're the Overseer, correct? I have a favor to ask you." He stated, speaking to Kalameet as he drew out the second of the two books he had made moments before.