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[hr][h2]CODE-NAME: [color=gold]KHRYSEOS[/color][/h2][h3]Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground[/h3][hr]
[@Crusader Lord]
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A hooded man stood solemnly in the dimly lit tunnel under a bustling city. The soft hum of machinery filled the otherwise silent tunnel, which was occasionally broken by the distant passing subway. The only source of light in the room was the twitching lights on the sides of the tunnel's walls, dimming slowly as the life slowly died out from the antiquated bulbs. It was a dark place, meticulously scouted out by one so brave as to walk through the many tunnels of the Paris Metro by foot, a place that could not easily be stumbled upon by the average man. It was a place suitable to serve as a workshop for a magus...

... if one were to call this hooded man a magus, that is.

Isidore pulled out a metallic canister from the gym bag slung across his shoulder. Kneeling down, he pushed a button on the side of the canister, causing a glowing sky blue liquid to be produced, a compound consisting of Mercury, Actinium, and [ELEMENT UNKNOWN]. As Isidore poured the compound on the ground, he made sure to trace it meticulously, shaping it into a ritual circle. The process was slow and careful, with Isidore making sure that the circle was shaped correctly while using as little of the compound produced from the canister as possible. It would be troublesome if he ran out of fuel before the war came to a conclusion, after all.

Once that was complete, Isidore placed the canister back in his bag before producing another object, a pair of ancient leather armbands with black blotches on them, stains of blood. They belonged to his ancestor, the first Gavros to enter the Atlas Temple in a bygone age. The bands were soaked with the sweat of the first Gavros, who sought to perfect the ancient art of Pankration. Using these armbands as a catalyst, Isidore's intentions were to draw upon another master of the martial arts his family practiced. Not only did Isidore wish to compare the work of the Gavros to one who had also practiced the art in ancient times, but he had also wished to summon a shining example of humanity in order to perhaps emulate. Of course, this meant he had a [url=https://i.ibb.co/X2Zf99b/image.png]specific Servant[/url] in mind. Placing the armbands in the center of the circle before stepping back, Isidore pulled his hood down, pointing an outstretched metallic palm towards the circle.

"[color=gold]Heed my words. My will creates your body...[/color]"