The system page unfurls before my eyes like a living grimoire, glyphs of light stacking themselves into neat, obedient lines. I scroll slowly, deliberately. I've accumulated a frightening amount of points over the years—earned through containment, secrecy, blood, and foresight. And now… now the future is pressing in on all sides.
SCP-682's recent escape attempt still lingers in my thoughts. Fourteen D-Class. Thirty-five combat personnel. Four doctors. Gone. And that was only one anomaly. Odin stirs. The Celestials loom. The Eternals walk openly on Earth, which means a dormant god is buried in the planet itself—one destined to hatch and shatter the world. Even if we kill that Celestial, the retaliation alone could doom humanity.
I refuse to be unprepared.
Then I see it.
New Template Available — Fate System IntegrationArtoria Caster (Castoria / Artoria Avalon)
I don't hesitate.
Purchase confirmed.
The moment the transaction completes, reality breaks inside me.
Mana—vast, ancient, and impossibly pure—floods my body in a roaring tide. It isn't just energy; it's authority, the kind that belongs to legends and divine constructs. My heart seizes for a fraction of a second, then transforms—reforming into the draconic magical core of a true King of Knights. A dragon's heart. An endless engine of mana, rivaling divine spirits.
I gasp as my soul expands to contain it.
Memories crash into me next—decades, then lifetimes. The British Lostbelt. The fae. Avalon le Fae. Hope, despair, betrayal, prophecy. I see myself not as a king, but as a promise. A human-shaped Holy Sword. The Child of Prophecy who exists to protect the world, no matter the cost.
I endure it all.
Artefacts follow.
They do not appear in my hands—but in my soul.
The Staff of Selection, ornate and alive with celestial geometry, anchors itself within me.Carnwennan, the shadow dagger, fragments into floating, obedient blades of light and void.And deeper still, radiant and immovable, rests Caliburn—the Sword of Selection—its authority fused to my very existence.Finally, surrounding my core like an eternal sanctuary, manifests the concept itself—
Avalon.
Not a place.
A defense absolute.
When the surge finally settles, I straighten slowly, breath steady, power perfectly under control.
I check my status.
Template Acquired: Artoria Caster (Castoria / Artoria Avalon)
Class: CasterAttribute: StarNoble Phantasm Rank: EX
Parameters
Strength: B (A with Mana Burst)
Endurance: A
Agility: A
Magical Power:A+
Luck:A+
Charisma: B (Nation-level leadership potential)
Core Traits & Passives
Dragon Core (Immense Mana Pool): Magical energy output comparable to divine spirits. Near-limitless sustained casting.
Magic Resistance A: Modern magecraft is almost entirely nullified.
Territory Creation EX: +12% Arts/magical efficiency; any domain I occupy subtly becomes my workshop.
Independent Magic / One's Own Magic B: Enhanced Arts critical performance and self-sustaining spellcasting.
Fairy Eyes A: Resistance to critical phenomena, mental interference, and fate-based targeting.
Active Skills
Charisma of Hope BIncreases party attack (up to 20%) for 3 turnsCharges party NP gauge (up to 30%)
Protection of the Lake A (Vivian)Targeted NP charge (up to 20%)Party-wide NP generation increase (up to 30%)Bonus damage against Threats to Humanity
Caliburn — Sword of Selection EXTargeted Arts buff (30–50%)Bonus damage vs Threats to Humanity (30–50%)Grants 1-turn Invincibility
Noble Phantasm
Round of Avalon (Around Caliburn) — EXType: Support / Absolute Defense (Arts)
Removes all party debuffs
Grants Anti-Purge Defense to all allies
Negates all damage, including invincibility-piercing effects
1–5 activations based on Overcharge
Party attack increased (30–50%) for 3 turns
This is not protection.
This is denial of catastrophe.
I close the system interface slowly, feeling the steady, endless pulse of the dragon heart within my chest. I am no longer just a queen in exile, a shadow architect of the Foundation, or a woman preparing for World War One.
I am now something far more dangerous.
A cornerstone.
A failsafe.
A living embodiment of hope armed with absolute defense.
And whatever gods, monsters, or Celestials think they're coming for this world—
They'll have to go through Avalon first.