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The runes on her body ignited with divine fury. She called upon the Hollowborn. One by one, spirits emerged. Not shadows—but luminous echoes. Mothers, warriors, priests, and seers. The line of her blood, unbroken. They formed a circle around her, their presence emboldening the air. "We rise together," she whispered. And the air caught flame. The Elders screamed as their summoning unraveled. The god recoiled, sensing a greater power. Isabella stepped into the circle, her voice now echoing with every Hollowborn before her.

With a swift motion, Ron rose to his feet, his voice thundering into the air, "EARTH SPIRIT!!!!" Horrified, Alaric hurriedly got up, clamping over Ron's mouth in alarm.. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Ron peeled Alaric’s hand off his mouth. “I’m summoning the Earth Spirit!” “That is not how to summon the Earth Spirit!” Alaric whisper-yelled. “And do you not realise where we are? This is the Corpsewood Vale! Shouting like that is going to rouse the spirits here and when that happens, we’re done for!”

From the rocky ground, vibrant green-blue glowing symbols emerge, weaving an arcane tapestry in the air. Ethereal spirits materialize, their forms flickering in and out of existence like shadows in the moonlight. With a triumphant smile, the Sorceress addresses the spirits, her voice echoing through the cave. "Feast, my ethereal companions. The vessel is weak and defenseless, unable to resist your hunger any longer." The spirits, hungry and malevolent, converge around me with an eerie anticipation. Their translucent forms undulate, drawn to the lingering essence of my blood that hangs in the air like an unspoken invitation.

This was blood-bound, soul-burned darkcraft. “Summon that evil spirit. That traitor,” the leader barked, her voice laced with venom. The coven masters hesitated. A few exchanged glances, unsure whether to obey. The air around them was thick with unstable energy, and calling forth that spirit… it was a line even they feared to cross. But the leader’s eyes blazed. “Do it now!” she screamed, her voice booming like thunder. “Or I will burn every last one of you and summon her myself!”

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

Demons kept sprouting from dead bodies and from the depths of the ground. If no one raised a white flag, this battle might go on forever because both Lucius and Arturos had demons surrounding and guarding them. So there was no way they could be attacked right away. I spun around faster and spread my arms open as I called for the spirits of the underworld. I had not used this spell before, but it felt like I knew what I needed to do. "Spiritus cognitiorum et spirituum inferorum. Exaudi orationem meam. Potentiam verberant daemones Kalmerus protegendi eiusque familiam regiam."

I’d bought it on a whim at a flea market, thinking it would make a quirky coffee table piece. Curiosity got the better of me. I flipped through the pages, smirking at the archaic language and diagrams of pentagrams. One ritual caught my eye: “Summoning the Spirit of Desire.” It promised to awaken hidden passions, to bring forth a being that could fulfill your deepest cravings. What harm could it do? It was probably just some New Age nonsense. I lit a few candles— vanilla-scented ones from the bathroom— and drew a crude circle on the floor with chalk I found in my art supplies. Chanting the words felt silly at first, my voice echoing awkwardly in the empty room. “Oh spirit of lust and fire, h

Freya asked breathlessly. “Don’t embarrass yourself again,” Kaelin whispered into her ears. Freya tried to pull away, but Kaelin leaned in closer. “Let it happen,” she murmured. “Soon, it won’t matter who wins. We already did.” Freya didn’t really understand her. Her eyes narrowed at Kaelin’s gray ones with worry. Torin’s body trembled in the circle as the spirits were summoned. Unseen to the living, translucent wolves appeared one by one—giants of the old world. They paced, circling him, growling softly, as though ready to make a decision.

I’d bought it on a whim at a flea market, thinking it would make a quirky coffee table piece. Curiosity got the better of me. I flipped through the pages, smirking at the archaic language and diagrams of pentagrams. One ritual caught my eye: “Summoning the Spirit of Desire.” It promised to awaken hidden passions, to bring forth a being that could fulfill your deepest cravings. What harm could it do? It was probably just some New Age nonsense. I lit a few candles— vanilla-scented ones from the bathroom— and drew a crude circle on the floor with chalk I found in my art supplies. Chanting the words felt silly at first, my voice echoing awkwardly in the empty room. “Oh spirit of lust and fire, h

Let us have her… give,give,give! Luntian screams in frustration, using every inch of her power to blow the creatures away. “Never! I will never give you the coming Luna of Shaldan!” How long was it since Luntian had to exorcize a spirit? How long was it since she had to call onto the spirit of the ram. So terrifying, so unpredictable. And the things the great Spirit guarding the Underworld wishes for is something valuable. Irreplaceable. Like a soul. But now, there’s no time to think of the consequences, Luntian whirls her staff around as she spins. Creating a dance for the great Spirits to see. “Roh al-zalam al-azima asma mcalmetti.” She chants repeatedly as she dances.