Then he summoned his hounds.
The Bloodhound Creed.
"Gorva," Jorghan spoke, his voice deeper now, carrying harmonics that made the air vibrate.
"Awaken."
[BLOODHOUND CREED: PACK SUMMONING]
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[Invoking ancestral bond with Gorva, No-rva, Sol-rva, Zo-rva, Tuk-rva
Summoning in progress...]
A blood tear formed in the empty and tore open in five places around Jorghan, crimson portals bleeding into existence like wounds in the fabric of space. From each portal emerged a hound, but these were no normal animals.
Each stood ten to twelve feet at the shoulder, their bodies composed entirely of blood essence given temporary physical form. They had the shape of massive hunting dogs, mastiff-like builds with powerful jaws and lean, muscular frames, but their substance was flowing crimson energy that rippled and reformed with each movement.
