Chapter 40: The First Summon
Draven sat cross-legged on his bed. He pushed his mana into the black tattoo on his right hand.
VWOOM!
The world dissolved. He arrived in the center of the Astral Server. The endless void stretched out in every direction. Draven stood on the polished obsidian floor. He was ready to test his godly authority.
He willed a glowing interface into existence. The server allowed him to search for any soul currently residing in Bastion Seven. He typed in a specific name.
Sirius Statanham.
He was the undisputed Don of the underworld. He controlled the black markets. He owned the smugglers.
He was a ruthless and brutal man. But Draven knew his deepest weakness from reading the original novel.
Draven selected the name and initiated the astral pull.
FWOOSH!
A body materialized in the air and crashed hard onto the obsidian floor.
THUD!
Sirius Statanham groaned. The Underworld Don wore a sharp tailored suit. A nasty scar ran down the left side of his face.
