It was a cataclysm. 

The Fifth Imaginary Element coalesced into place, and from it, a body manifested. 

A human body. A body that exceeded humans. 

A human hero. A hero who denied humans. 

There was little to be said that had not already. After all, to him, there was no need for some grand narration, some understanding of his nature and what he sought. That could be understood on face by any who knew his name. 

And so, as the flow of prana thrummed to a halt, as the light faded and a man crafted of Ether stood before the one who had dared to bind him-

[color=d9869f]"I ask you..."[/color]

...A feral grin split his face, eyes glinting with a manic light as he felt power fill his limbs, a sharp laugh tearing itself from his throat before he resumed.

[color=d9869f]"Are you my Vassal?"[/color]

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/m4dsWXq.png[/img][color=d9869f][h2]Lucius Tiberius[/h2][/color][i][h3]City Streets, Commerce District[/h3][/i] [@Kyuuzen] [@Cu Chulainn][/center]

[color=d9869f]"Haha, I can't say they're worth making a part of Rome in their current state, but these modern creations are a surprising pleasantry."[/color]

Since arrival at Fuyuki in the aftermath of his summoning, Lucius had been in an excellent mood, all things considered. Save for his inherent decision to refer to Prydwyn as 'Vassal', he had been surprisingly amicable as a whole. Granted, that was in the sense of a human to a pet more than anything else. 

[color=d9869f]"Now, Vassal, I'll reiterate this: It would be inconvenient for me if you got yourself killed, so make sure that doesn't come to pass. It would also be inconvenient if you made a nuisance of yourself, so refrain from doing that either. In exchange, you'll be won the Holy Grail you so doggishly chase after."[/color]

...well, perhaps 'amicable' was the wrong word.

Regardless, the walk through the commerce district had progressed without incident. At least, that had been the case until he had turned his eyes towards the forest. 

[color=d9869f]"That space there needs time to grow before it merits being taken, but the place that hasn't been taken by its sprawl might be worth examining."[/color]

A flight of fancy, a sparkle in the eye of a man who only knew how to take whatever laid before him. 

[color=d9869f]"As I said, do not die, Vassal. It's time that I began moving in earnest."[/color]

Without so much as a moment for the magus to process those words, the Servant disappeared from view, darting off into the distance.

His instincts were calling out to him, an attraction that pulled him towards the forest, towards something that called out to his nature beyond what the senses could merely provide. 

There was something there, something that merited his attention. He could not deny that magnetic pull that brought him towards the forest any more than he could deny his Origin itself.

And indeed, it wasn't long before he felt that presence in a more direct form, just as that presence felt him. The land beneath him shook as he forced his will into it, dominating it under his name. The piddling Bounded Fields formed here had no meaning to him. No, rather-

[color=d9869f]"I can feel your weight, [b]Arturus[/b]! Come, Red Dragon, let us dance once again!"[/color]

A joyous scream leaving him, his words pierced through the air as a dagger to strike at the mind of his target.

How lovely, to feel this again.