Your rehearsed chant causes a golden glitter to surround you and the magic circle, making it quake to life as a heavenly light shot down from the ceiling and into the circles middle like an arrow. The light is so sightless that you can’t make out a single thing in your room, only when the light is beginning to subside your able to see again, you also notice that there’s a woman who dutifully stands in your presence.

“I ask of you, are you my Master?”

Her words are clear as crystal.