The Seventh Summoning
"No time to explain, just do it! Once you summon her, run as far as you can. Teleport, dig underground, just do anything in your power to escape!"
The urgency in the Spirit Ruler of Fire's voice struck Isabella harder than any weapon ever could.
Among the six Spirit Rulers, she had always been the boldest—the one who laughed in the face of danger and charged toward impossible odds without hesitation.
Yet now...
Fear had replaced that unwavering confidence.
Not ordinary fear.
It was the instinctive terror of someone who had sensed an existence beyond her understanding.
Isabella's expression turned solemn.
She no longer questioned the order.
Without another word, she extended both hands as torrents of mana surged through her body. Brilliant streams of magical energy gathered at the tips of all ten fingers, illuminating the darkening battlefield with pale blue light.
Unlike the previous six summons...
The final Spirit Ruler was different.
