Magnus: Dragon Lord
He felt his companions' strength flowing into him through their linked hands, steadying him, preventing him from being torn apart by the forces he commanded.
"Tillian Starstriker," he called, his voice echoing strangely, as if speaking across vast distances. "Guardian of realms, I invoke your blessing and seek your aid!"
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the air before him rippled, shimmering like heat haze above summer stones. A translucent figure began to form—not fully present, but a projection across the boundaries between realms.
"Champion," Tillian's voice resonated, her four arms materializing as she stepped partially into their reality. "You call at a moment of great convergence."
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