Somewhere near Loken, a magic seal of a style he probably remembers from his first lifetime appears in thin air, resolving in a flash of purple light into a white-armored woman holding a sword.

Her eyes first dart around the battlefield, assessing the enemy and assuring the fact that she's standing far away from any Sawan troops. Once she's sure of that, she turns to address Garviel.

"Well, 'Cerberus', I'd say it's time for that favor I offered you, don't you agree?" Archer says with a smirk, drawing a sword.