Zankeil and Neila led the group under the vast shade of the ancient tree, its leaves rustling softly in the wind like a lullaby from the world itself.
Beneath its wide canopy, a massive summoning circle lay etched into the ground. The intricate design was breathtaking.
Rings upon rings of symbols, woven together in swirling loops, triangles, and glowing hexagons, all lit with a soft, pulsing white light. It shimmered faintly like moonlight touching water.
"This," Neila began, her voice calm and steady as she pointed at the glowing formation, "is the sacred summoning circle. It connects this world to the realm of familiars—a place hidden between dimensions. When you step into the circle, it helps you resonate with a familiar that matches your spirit and power."
The students looked at the glowing formation, a mix of excitement and nerves passing between them.
Zankeil stepped forward next, stretching his back with a loud crack and then raising a clenched fist high into the air.
