He could use anything. An archangel who would tend to his and Sylvia's needs, a primordial demon that would do the dirty work for them, or even a heavenly spirit that made their quality of life better.
He prayed to God that he got a gold or red!
As he stared in anticipation, a bright white blinding light hit Caelus's face.
His face darkened like someone had just stepped on it.
[Congratulations! You just obtained the White rarity, Dirt-Rank potential Pillar "Traumatized Soldier!"]
[Traumatized Soldier (White, Dirt-Rank): He is pretty useless at everything else aside from being used as a meat shield and trauma dumping. He is traumatized because he got used as a meat shield by his fellow battalion and died. But they cannot be blamed, for our traumatized soldier was truly a one of a kind being that shot his own fellow comrade and then almost sabotaged his country in a war.]
"..." Caelus choked on air halfway through reading the comment.
