When it ended, the chamber was quiet.
Blood covered the summoning circle.
The runes flickered—unstable, broken.
I stood alone among the dead.
My chest rose and fell slowly.
No mana flowed through my body.
I could feel that clearly.
But the air itself—
It moved.
It reacted.
I knelt beside the broken circle and traced a rune with my finger.
The structure was flawed.
The summoning had never been stable.
Whatever they meant to call—
They called the wrong thing.