'Come, my son.'

A little drawing featuring Artorius staring at an alternate version of himself. This warped mirror appears before him, eerie and inhuman with its ice-hard, glowing skin and armour and mechanical movements. A glowing arrowhead symbol sat emblazoned on its chest. As it strode towards him, its arms outstretched, an ageless voice reverberated throughout his bones in a single command:

"Come, my son."

Artorius Revana and the Herald are my characters.