I Summon Thee

Drawn on the floor is an ominous pattern dyed in deep dried red and carefully made out as a triangle placed inside a circle.

At the center of the ominous pattern is a teenager standing inside the triangle with a pale face that looked like his health was slowly being sucked out of him.

"Are you sure this is going to work".

Elmon said with a weakly tone, speaking like he was on life support.

"If this does not work, I will die of blood loss".

He had his head slowly raised down and turned to look at his right arm then to his left.

On the wrist of both arm is the remnant of blood in dried form, stuck to his palms and stretched to the fingertips.

[ It will work. All you have to do is say the incantation right and we will have no problem ].

The voice assured Elmon of the validation of what it asked him to do.

Elmon had both his hands raised up on each side and then he closed his eyes.

"I am ready".