The Invincible Warrior. The Scourge of Rostam. The Divine Knight of Zartosht. There were many names that could attribute themselves to "Archer" even as he was bound by nothing. Drifted through nothing as he was excluded from time and space. Cursed the Golden Warrior merely floated without purpose as if in an idle dream. Infinite experiences and infinite fantasies from his many incarnations filled his mind without pause. All of these images flowed together into an incoherent but immensely beautiful collage of existence he couldn't hope to dissect with a thousand lifetimes. Even if he tried he'd only have to muddle through an endless addition of new existences that were called "Heroic Spirit Esfandiyār". So he'd stopped thinking about it and let his mind be at peace. His eyes idly watching the various worlds pass him by like idle stars in the void that had claimed his Soul.

Then that which was boundless was abruptly narrowed down to a jagged point. The ambient and undefined hardened into a familiar sense that brought back the feeling of being alive. Touch, smell, sound... These senses filled his newly formed brain that was identical to that which had been in his skill upon Archer's death. Festive sweetness filled Esfandiyār's nostrils as he inhaled his first breath in this modern era telling him immediately that this wasn't a mere domain of a magus. Knowledge, modern and historic, flowed like a river into the Servant's brain as he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes this vast array of knowledge pointed out items around the room. Clock. Picture. Paper. Door. The list of things he "knew" but couldn't comprehend continued to mount until his eyes came to rest on a rather conspicuous man. The eyes with a blue shimmer would become slender as they took in the Magus's complete form which oozed confidence. Seeped arrogance. It reminded him of a certain King.

Brushing the thoughts from his mind Archer would fully materialize as the spell reached its climax and filled the room with abrupt light that blinded Otto. When his vision returned albeit peppered with stars the mage saw a golden hero standing before him. Peerless and proud the bowman had yet to manifest his weapon but the Master's clairvoyance would let him know quickly he'd far from failed in pulling the Archer he so desired, "You, Magi... You who's summoned me in the guise of Archer. I ask here and now if you are my Master." Archer felt vastly empowered and likewise looked over his own body. Yes the amount of Od funneling into his body was more than sufficient for this War. Especially in this particular vessel Esfandiyār would have no problem fighting to his full potential even should his Master be an incompetent fool.