It’s October, spooky month, and you got bored. So, like no one ever, you decided to summon something. Anything, that’s how bored you were. So. After a quick summoning, the ruin you drew on the floor disappeared (definitely not because I’m to lazy to describe it), and in it’s place was her. Xaodrrvhid, or what’s probably easier to say, Axol. Floating for dramatic effect.

Axol: “Who dare summons me. An eldritch god on-. You don’t look like a cultist. Who are you?”