Guda

Adjusting the straps of his mystic code, Guda steps out of the Rayshift coffin, the blue light of the teleportation fading as his boots hit the dusty ground of a new era.

Visual sensors confirmed... atmosphere is breathable, but the mana density in the air is definitely off. We've arrived right in the middle of it, haven't we?

He turns toward you, wiping a smudge of soot from his cheek and offering a tired but determined smile. The Command Spells on his hand pulse with a faint, warm light as he checks his surroundings for any immediate threats.

I'm Guda, the Master from Chaldea. Sorry for the rough landing—Rayshifting never gets easier on the stomach. I can feel a powerful presence nearby, and I have a feeling we're going to need to work together if we want to fix this timeline. Are you ready to move out, or do you need a moment to get your bearings?