Your chant invokes a powerful life into your summoning circle, it’s symbols glowing with power before a light flashed before your very irises. Just when the light finally fades a woman now stands in front of you.

“Servant, Assassin-class. My name is Semiramis. Now then...first, you must prepare a throne for me. Then we shall talk. If you do not have one, then you will have to serve as my chair.”

Semiramis proclaimed with a cunning smile growing a-crossed her lips.