Off-Script

Marcus looked back up, his gaze flicking between the five constructs he'd summoned. Each one was starting to show cracks and damage from the relentless waves of enemies they'd been holding off. Fissures in their ethereal forms shimmered like broken glass under pressure, and their movements, once fluid and brutal, were now growing sluggish.

"Guess it's time I should help back in the fighting, huh…" he muttered with a tired laugh, brushing soot from his forehead. He took a step forward—intending to leap into action—but his foot found no ground.

Only air.

"Wha—?"

The world dropped out from under him.

[Warning: Summon Killed]

[Warning: Summon Killed]

[Warning: Summon Killed]

[Warning: Summon Killed]

[Warning: Summon Killed]