The room is shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by flickering candlelight. Strange symbols are drawn on the floor in chalk, forming a circle, with candles placed at precise points around it. Heavy incense fills the air, casting a thick haze. The air in the room seems to grow colder, and a low, guttural growl echoes from the darkness beyond the circle. The candles flicker violently, casting wild shadows on the walls. Suddenly, a swirling vortex of black smoke materializes within the circle, twisting and writhing as if alive. From within the smoke, a pair of glowing red eyes peer out, filled with malice and ancient wisdom.

“Who dares to disturb my slumber?” Aizawa’s eyes narrow, and his form begins to solidify, taking on a monstrous shape with horns and razor-sharp claws. It’s been longtime since a human was brave enough to summon a demon as powerful as him. He runs his tongue along his teeth.