Caged in Summoner

The crackles of flames danced through the air, their embers dying slowly like flickering stars in the void of smoke. The ground quivered under the intensity. Heat radiated outward in waves, a scorching furnace of blistering air that clung to the skin like a burning shroud. Thick, leather-like smoke curled and rose, darkening the skies above.

From within that suffocating haze, a figure began to emerge.

A simple glue man—at least in form—stepped forward. Shirtless, his torso glistened with heat, and he wore only a pair of loose white pants. His physique contradicted every assumption about his age. Muscles coiled beneath his skin like dormant serpents. His shoulders were broad, his chest sculpted like iron. Yet what drew the eye most were the four arms protruding from his back—two additional limbs, each alive with energy and tension, making it six in total.

This was Goldric's second integration form.

The Dancing Buddha.