Hajin stared at the prompt for one heartbeat, pressed Yes, and watched the selection window vanish.
Dark-gold lines spread across the clearing and joined into the familiar summoning circle, flattening grass as Hajin extended one hand to guide mana into the pattern.
The circle took everything he offered before demanding even more.
His breathing hitched as the pull became a violent drag against his core; Juna's summoning had drained him at a steady, manageable pace, but this felt like someone had torn open a floodgate inside him.
'What the hell?'
Mana poured through his arm faster than he could control it, so the edges of his vision blurred before the circle formed and his knees dipped under the sudden weakness.
'This is taking way more than last time.'
The dark-gold pattern brightened until every line burned against his eyes while rings of symbols rose above the ground and rotated through one another around the empty center.
