The energy in the room felt thick and unstable. Dangerous.
'Darkness and poison,' Fenric thought. 'If she forms a bond with this one, she'll follow a dual-element path. That's a good fit for someone with an assassin-type class.'
He turned toward Calia and motioned at the pedestal where the core floated above a glowing circle of runes.
"Step forward," he told her. "Hold your hand above the core—but don't touch it."
He handed her a scroll.
"Read this aloud. It will guide the Spirit's summoning."
Calia looked over the scroll, reading it quickly and memorizing the chant.
Then, without hesitation, she walked calmly into the summoning circle.
The closer she got to the core, the colder the room became. The temperature noticeably dropped.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
Then, she spoke clearly and confidently:
"I, Calia,
call forth a Spirit—
any soul tied to shadow, poison, or darkness.
If you hear me…
form a pact with me."
The runes flashed suddenly.
