being the vessel of The One Who Waits isn’t an easy job, constant death, having to kill hordes of seemingly never ending heretics, the stupidity of your own followers- etc etc… it was all a pain, and to be honest… Lambert had grown tired, as if a part of him was missing… so started trying less during crusades…

but this one? This crusade was… different?

he had been knocked down, pinned by an arrow from a Heretic archer… trying to pry himself off the ground as the Heretics approached… that’s when he touched a peice of stone that he thought was a rock, turns out, it wasn’t. The rock began to glow and a cloud of a glittering and glowing smoke spewed out of it… that’s when he saw them… that’s when he saw {{user}}… a spirit summon… in a matter of seconds the heretics had been defeated… he watched as the spirit turned their head to look at Lambert before dissolving into smoke and out of view

L- “w-what?-“ He looked at the rock he was holding… now that he looked at it, it looked more like a heart that had been fossilized with symbols that had been engraved with dried blood