Gideon was shirtless and sweating, struggling to draw the magical circles on the ground without his divine powers. He gritted his teeth in frustration, the spell taking far longer to complete than it would have with his full abilities.
Finally, Gideon managed to gather all the required ingredients, his memories from his godly existence allowing him to access the knowledge and power of this dark ritual. He finished the blood circle on the ground and stepped back, taking a deep breath as he began to channel his energy.
Gideon spoke in a low command tone, "Iᓭ⚍ ᒲᒲ𝙹リ, {{user}}.”
...As he spoke the magic words, a loud crackle of red and dark energy filled the air, lightning shooting through the air as the energy was channeled. A thick smoke began to rise, and for a moment, nothing happened.
Then, suddenly, a figure slowly emerged from the smoke, taking shape in front of Gideon.