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She stepped back into the crypt, raised her hands, and the ancient flames in the altar bowl roared back to life. From the shadows emerged masked figures. One raised a staff bearing the symbol of the Council. “Isabella of the Line of Fire, you are summoned under divine ordinance to relinquish your gifts.” She laughed—light, but laced with thunder. “You didn’t summon me. The altar did.” And with a single word in a forgotten tongue, the flames answered. The entire chamber blazed—not with destruction, but revelation. Runes appeared along the stone, stories long suppressed flickering to life.

He must have noticed the look of apprehension on my face because he made an attempt to smile, “You are not in any trouble, miss.” I still looked at him suspiciously but I was much calmer now. “You have been given a high summon.” My eyes widened in shock. A High Summon, me? “Sorry, there must be some sort of mistake, are you sure you are talking to the right person?” “You are Rebekka Kent, right?” I nodded. “Then it is definitely you.” I was still shocked, a high summon? But who could be summoning me? Damon and Stephen were both out of the pack on some secret mission that neither of them told me about.

She felt a slight blush color her cheeks in embarrassment. He looked at her for a moment then replied with certainty. "Yes you are." She shook her head. "No. I realize I may have lead you to believe that, but I never actually said—" "You didn't need to. Your abilities speak for themselves." She frowned. "What do you mean?" "Only an accomplished priestess can perform the Summoning. It would be impossible for any apprentice."

"How is that possible?" "I'm certain that it had an owner, so it’s probably summoned," Lucas replied, thinking. "A summoner from the capital might be tracking us down." "Summoner?" "It's one of the classifications of mages," Alice pointed out. "They specialized in using spells to open portals from different dimensions to summon beasts … but only for a limited time." "I’m pretty sure it’s one of the members of the Frostguarde," Robert said. Lucas nodded. "Luna, make the most of your time scouting the west entrance of the forest. That beast might come back … and perhaps with the summoner this time."

No water, no food—nothing but relentless light and noise. But when I stepped into the room, Lorenzo didn't fall to his knees begging for mercy like I had expected. Instead, his bloodshot eyes held the manic gleam of a gambler convinced he still had one last card to play. "Hey, Elena, you finally showed up." He licked his cracked, bleeding lips, his face twitching into a defiant smirk. "I knew you'd come. You won't kill me." I sat in the only high-backed chair in the room, idly flicking an exquisite lighter open and shut as I watched him with detached interest. "Oh? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

“I swear I will make her pay for every last bit of this. I just have to be clever about how I go about it. I don’t want the Four catching wind of my plans… but how can I pull this off?” Before anyone could answer, a deep, resonant sound split the air. BONG. The toll rolled across the courtyard, heavy as thunder, vibrating through their bones. The Fiery Five froze, glancing up as golden light began to spiral up from the cobblestones at their feet. Runes bloomed, weaving in the air, ancient symbols that pulsed once with authority before bursting into a rain of sparks that drifted like embers through the sky. Thessaly’s expression darkened. “The Summons.”

There have been, after all, summoners who’ve woken up one day to find that their demons refuse to answer to their call. When Ariadne’s turn came, it was almost as though she needed no coaching. Quiv had barely given her an instruction when the crystal burst a bloody red and spat out enough smoke to fill the circle before her two times over. The aged instructor smiled at it, and when the smoke dispelled, it revealed a demon that looked like a six legged dog with two eyes, a milky fur and the size of the Vesimae that began the summoning lessons. “Ah,” Quiv grinned. “A Canifrae. Quite rare for a first summon. Your reia must be most exquisite.”

He would not give them the satisfaction. --- A Court Summoned Two weeks later, another letter arrived. Delivered the same way—no messenger, no trace. This one was longer, written in the same elegant script: Dante Moretti. Amara Moretti. Your reign has spread fire, fear, and ruin. The Council has decided. You are summoned to the Gathering of Masks. There, your fate will be weighed. Refuse, and we burn your kingdom to ash. Below the words was a location—an ancient fortress in the Alps, abandoned for centuries.

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, that’s why there aren’t many of ou