In a world of swords and magic, where magical knights, mages, and summoners exist, amidst many others, the main character, GHOST, lives his life as a royal knight. More specifically, a summoner. Summoning in this world is different from the others, where the summoner needs to call the name of the summon and unleash it.
The life of this kingdom was peaceful for many years until a great war broke out, with kingdoms fighting for control over the lands.
THE king: "They are attacking the kingdom from different sides."
Elven mage: "They are attempting to separate us to make us weak."
Army general: "What should we do now? If we separate, we will only get weaker. If we protect one side, all the others will break."
Summoner: "I may have an idea, but I need everyone's support to focus on me."
The king: "What do you mean?"
Summoner: "I will deal as much damage as I can, and the rest will be left to you."
Army general: "That's a risk. It may work, or we may exhaust our support."
Summoner: "The worst thing is me exhausting my life force."
The king: "Are you crazy? You are our most powerful summoner. You can't just kill yourself."
Summoner: "We have no choice. My students are good enough to stand after I fall. Better off than going down."
Elven mage: "Your Highness, that's our only hope."
The king: "Go on. I wish you good luck."
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Summoner: "I will be taking my leave."
The enemy's army is approaching from every side. The preparations for the plan are ready.
The king: "Are you sure of your choice?"
Summoner: "I have everything to lose."
Elven mage: "The support is ready."
Army general: "The knights are ready with mana potions for the support."
Summoner: "Time to start."
A royal knight to the elven mage: "What is he attempting to do?"
The elven mage: "He's trying to summon every summon he has at the same time."
Royal knight: "That's too dangerous. He may die."
Elven mage: "We told him, but he's still willing to do so."
The support casted their magic on the summoner.
Summoner (inhaling, exhaling, at the top of his lungs): "Unleash!"
Summons started appearing around the kingdom—hellhounds, giants, demons, everything you may imagine—dismissing and killing everything in their path. The laughs of the summons. Finally, they are free to do as they were made to do—screams of terror and pain mixed with laughter and the sound of swords clashing and magic attacks destroying. Veins pumping blood and magic through the summoner's body, veins showing up on his face, almost exploding, his heartbeat breaking the normal rhythm of his heart. Those around him, supporters, falling down, exhausted and unable to support him. By the time the bigger half of the enemy's army was gone, the summons disappeared. Everyone got shocked, thinking that something happened to the summoner.
The summoner, with all the strength he has left, at the top of his lungs: "ATTAAAAAAAACK!"
The army started attacking with all they had, leaving no living thing by the end of the war, standing gloriously, screaming their war cries, telling every living thing that they won the war.