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Evan Draycott had big dreams of becoming a legendary summoner. He imagined summoning a dragon, a phoenix, or at least a wolf with a cool scar. Instead, he got… Skully. A knee-high, lopsided, talking skeleton with a knack for mischief and an ego bigger than his tiny frame.  

At first, Evan thought his summoning ritual was a disaster. But Skully isn’t just any skeleton—he’s a cunning, resourceful, and oddly overpowered little guy with a mysterious past. Together, this unlikely duo embarks on a journey filled with humor, chaos, and unexpected triumphs.  

From sneaking into forbidden libraries to outsmarting arrogant summoners, Evan and Skully prove that even the smallest summon can cast the longest shadow. But as their adventures grow more dangerous, Evan begins to wonder: What exactly *is* Skully, and why does he seem to know so much about ancient magic?  

Join Evan and Skully in this hilarious and heartwarming tale of friendship, strategy, and bone-chilling antics. After all, greatness doesn’t always come in the biggest package—sometimes, it’s just a tiny skeleton with a big mouth and an even bigger plan.

My starting summon is OP

The tablet in the Chamber of Echoes provided a clue—a ritual to strengthen the seal on Skully's rune. But it wasn't going to be easy. The ritual required rare ingredients and a location where the energies of light and darkness converged.

"The Sanctum of Balance," I said, studying the tablet. "It's the only place powerful enough to perform the ritual."

Skully's rune flickered faintly. "The Sanctum? Isn't that where we fought the Eclipse Dragon?"

I nodded, my heart sinking. "Yeah. And it's not going to be any easier this time."

The journey to the Sanctum was tense, the air thick with unspoken worries. Skully was quieter than usual, his rune flickering unpredictably. I could tell the voice in his head was getting louder, and it was taking everything he had to keep it at bay.

"Skully, are you sure you're okay?" I asked as we approached the Sanctum.

He hesitated, his eye sockets narrowing. "I'm fine, Master. Just… focused. We've got a job to do."

I wanted to press further, but the Sanctum loomed before us, its ancient runes glowing faintly in the dim light. The air was thick with energy, the boundary between light and darkness palpable.

"This is it," I said, my voice trembling. "We need to perform the ritual here."

Skully nodded, his rune pulsing with determination. "Let's do this, Master. Together."

We began the ritual, placing the rare ingredients at specific points around the Sanctum. The air grew warmer, the runes on the ground glowing brighter as we chanted the incantation.

But as the ritual reached its peak, something went wrong. Skully's rune began to pulse violently, its light shifting from gold to a deep, ominous red. He let out a cry of pain, his form flickering as the entity fought against the ritual.

"Skully, what's happening?!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the roaring energy.

"It's… resisting!" Skully replied, his voice strained. "It's trying to take over!"

I clenched my fists, my mind racing. We needed something more—something to tip the balance in our favor. Then it hit me.

"Skully, the Prism!" I shouted. "We still have some of its energy left!"

Skully's eye sockets widened. "You're a genius, Master!"

I pulled out the remnants of the Prism of Harmony, its fiery energy pulsing in my hand. I placed it on Skully's rune, the golden light merging with the fiery energy.

"Let's finish this!" Skully shouted, his voice echoing with power.

We unleashed our combined energy once more, the golden and fiery light colliding with the entity's dark power. This time, the entity couldn't withstand the force. It let out a deafening roar, its form dissolving into light.

Chapter 42: The Binding Ritual