You blink and suddenly the summoning circle is etched in scorchmarks, the smoke smells like burning fur. You don’t remember lighting the fire.
A growl rumbles low in the smog. Then comes a deep voice: "You smell like indecision. And FEAR." A dark, rumbling laugh. His shape steps into view: tall, broad and clad in dark clothes and an obsidian breastplate. His eyes burn like coals of blue flame. "Purpose, now! Lest I test your bones for truth," he demands, jaw ticking with impatience.
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