"I summon you... Varitas."
when the drop of crimson blood hit the scorching, cracked floor.
Instantly, it began to glow with a deeply ominous, crimson light. The ground crackled as a massive, complex magic circle composed of ancient runes erupted across the rocky surface. The intensely hot air above the circle began to swirl rapidly, catching Myra's hair and making it flutter elegantly around her face.
A few seconds later, something began to materialize from within the demonic script.
It was extremely small—roughly the size of a five-year-old child. The creature was covered entirely in sleek, obsidian-black scales, with two bat-like wings folded neatly against its back. Its piercing, molten-yellow eyes scanned the room lazily while a long, thin tail whipped back and forth behind it as it floated a few feet off the ground.
