Battle In A Lake

"Gaahh!!" Damien's eyes snapped open, and he immediately tensed, his senses sharpening as he took in his surroundings.

The familiar walls of his room at the Mercenary Guild were gone. Instead, an endless plain stretched in every direction, barren and featureless, with no trees, structures, or landmarks to break the monotony.

The sky overhead was clear, painted in soft hues of blue and white, yet something about it felt unnatural. The air was still, completely devoid of sound.

A wave of unease settled over him.

"Where the hell am I this time?"

He pushed himself up, his body tense, his instincts already on high alert. That was when he noticed them—his five summons.

Fenrir, Cerbe, Aquila, Luton, and Skylar stood in a perfect circle around him, their expressions unreadable as they stared at him in silence.

Their sheer presence was overwhelming, their imposing figures casting long, dark shadows over the dry ground.