[ In a glittering flash of white light, the thing you called for drops into your palm. ]

[ It's a revolver. Simple, dark, and heavy. ]

[ As you turn it in your hands, you can feel something strange about it. You can feel... that it has been imbued with the power of fire.]

[ As surely as you are breathing, you understand: while you are holding this object, you will be able to channel its power and cast Fira at will. ]

[ You now have access to your Armiger. You can put things into it at any time, and they will appear or disappear from your hand at your whim. ]