Where am I?
The human girl before me... looks somewhat familiar, dressed in a tattered red mage's robe, wielding a magic wand, her otherwise attractive face now blackened as if scorched by fire, her hands bearing wounds, her body marked by sword injuries...
And this body...
Lance raised his right hand, observing it: a body carved from stone.
A familiar feeling.
Summoned by a believer...
His current state... was akin to a deity descending by the power of faith.
Only beings who became deities through the power of faith had the right to respond to their own believers, to descend into the statues carved by believers through the power of faith, and aid them in resolving a crisis.
Had he not become a deity through faith, why could he still descend into a stone-carved statue?
The human girl who summoned him... he remembered now, though her name eluded him, he recalled that she and another sword-wielding human girl had summoned him before.