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[color=00aeef][b]Koushuuensaikan Taizan, Mount Miyama, Miyama Town[/b]
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As Sláine uttered his chant he would feel the magical energy in the air thicken, condensing on itself and growing with each passing second as his chant continued - from weak currents of a stream to mighty ocean waves, his catalyst had worked, the nameless broken sword, a weapon which held no great Mystery nor had any grand feat to its name, but which was once raised in defiance of his father's wishes by the Emperor, now called to its owner. 

The Soldier King who crushed all opposition and brought all his enemies to heels.

The Liberator who separated two worlds with a simple warcry and held the crowns of two nations.

In a deluge of power Saber was brought back to the living world, the room's foundations shaking as the once-raging torrents lulled into gentle flow by the presence of the one blessed by the River Spirit. His armour shined silver, covering every inch of his body, his cape cape shone red, like the red waters of his patron, he was the ideal of a Saber-class Servant in terms of figure. A powerful and noble knight who carried the presence of royalty, filled with indescribable dignity.

And yet, why could Sláine feel only sorrow looking at the eyes of the King? How could such a powerful figure emanate such sadness? How could a King hold such regret?

[color=00aeef]"I have heard your summons, and so I have answered. I ask you, shall I fight at your side?"[/color] His voice was low and stoic, betraying no emotion as he asked the words which would seal their contract.

[@Duoya]