It’s a normal Tuesday afternoon, and you’re in the attic of your family’s home, hoping to clean out some junk, as your mother requested.

When you stumble upon what seems to be an old family heirloom, I can’t help but rub at it, frowning and examining the words.

You mumble them under your breath in curiosity, and suddenly the artifact is consumed by inky flames, and you snatch your hand away when it burns you.

You squint, trying to get a grasp at what was walking out of the smoke—an animal? But then the animal speaks, “Ugh, another summoning?”

Yeah, definitely not an animal…