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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 Sanctum of Balance fell silent, the energies of the ritual dissipating into the air. Skully stood at the center of the platform, his bones glowing faintly with a soft, golden light. The entity was gone, its form dissolved into nothingness.

"We did it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We actually did it."

Skully, perched on my shoulder, let out a low whistle. "That was… intense. Even for us."

I laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet Sanctum. "Yeah, no kidding. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life."

Skully's rune flickered faintly, his eye sockets narrowing. "You? Scared? Nah, you were totally cool under pressure, Master."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Thanks, Skully. But I couldn't have done it without you."

We stood there for a moment, taking in the stillness. The weight of the Prism was gone, replaced by a sense of relief and accomplishment. But as I looked at Skully, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still off. His rune was glowing faintly, but it seemed… different. The golden light was tinged with a faint, ominous red.

"Skully, are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

He hesitated, his eye sockets narrowing. "I'm fine, Master. Just… tired, I guess."

I wasn't convinced, but I didn't push the issue. We'd just fought a battle for the ages, and we all needed time to recover.

Chapter 43: The Aftermath