As the dust of the battle settled, a power lingered in the air, a sort of far off hum that made one's hair stand on end. Rider's spirit had all but disappeared, going the same way that Lancer had before; drawn to some strange source. It seemed closer, however, much closer.

The air shimmered, and all at once a form appeared, small and unassuming. Laying on the ground for a moment, she finally woke up, sitting up quickly and looking around. She looked exhausted, like this had been the first bit of sleep she had had in so many days, and while there were no visible marks on her, one could tell by how she quickly shrunk back that some other kind of lasting damage had been done.

"W-where am I? What is this?" Her voice shook.