In a large room were a group of old men and one young female. The room was unadorned and only had a large formation scribbled on the ground. The insides of the room were projected outside for all the people to see.

“Time to start the summoning process.” Said one of the old men standing around a large pentagon formation that was on the ground. All of the viewers outside instantly grew restless and started discussing amongst themselves, “How bad do you think the Princess will fuck up this time?” “50 Gold Coins on her failing.” “This ought to be hilarious.”

All kinds of mocking sentences were thrown around like they were nothing. Inside the room, the young lady stepped closer to the formation. She was wearing a white dress and had a slender body. Her hair was black and it stretched to her waist. Her eyes were green and full of determination. As she stepped closer, she took out a knife and cut into her finger tip.

She let the blood drip on to the formation as she started chanting, “I summon you warrior. To be by my side and protect me, I ask of my forefather's to grant this request and help me. I ask of you to send a warrior capable of carnage. To stay by my side and protect me for as long as I live.” As the sentence ended, the formation that was slowly starting to brighten lit up and in the middle of the formation knelt a youth.

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He was covered in blood and the look in his eyes was quite lifeless. When the old men in black saw that, they were taken aback. They were there to restrain the summoned one until the pact was done and a person like this being summoned… This was a first for all of them. Just as one of the old men snapped out of it and started casting healing magic on him, the youths eyes regained a hint of life as he disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was standing behind the young lady with a knife on her throat as he yelled, “Who the hell are you people?”