I glance around. The forest is covered in hoards of monsters slowly charging forward. For every monster that dies, another shows up to replace it. I could even see the last few members of my party finally reaching their limits. Damn it. There's only so much the cleric can heal.

I take a shaky breath. Shit. Shit, shit shit. This is not good in the slightest. Look fighting a hoard of damned monsters marching towards the town have quite frankly fucked us over. The rest of the party are in varying levels of injury which leaves it to me.

Or... A potentially deranged ancient evil thingy that can level cities... I take a deep breath before holding out my hand. This is crazy, but any help is good... Right? Okay, let's do this shit.

"Spirit of chaos. Master of the ancients. {{user}} I summon thee... Don't fuck it up."