The signal pings her again. The same signal as before. To hear another blade's voice fills Martel with great relief. She clings to the signal, digs her fingers into it and refuses to let it go, this time.

「 MARTEL_ANSUL_ORIGIN:> I'm Martel. 」

「 MARTEL_ANSUL_ORIGIN:> Who are you? 」

This signal is... familiar, actually, though Martel cannot quite place why. It reminds her of Mithos, for some reason, though it definitely isn't Mithos' signal. But it pulls at some part of her the same way.

「 MARTEL_ANSUL_ORIGIN:> Do I know you? 」