"One last time... for glory or for hell," he whispered.
A colossal summoning circle, more complex than anything the students had ever seen, drew itself on the floor, occupying the entire width of the hallway. The metal cracked under the weight of what was coming. From the depths of the spiritual plane emerged a titan: a five-meter humanoid creature, armored in dark green bone plates. Its arms were biological battering rams, and a featureless bone mask gave it the presence of an ancestral executioner.
Anthony, impressed, whistled.
"Whoa, Gerald... you were holding onto the Ace of Spades. That's imposing."
"Go!" Gerald ordered with the last of his strength.
