Upon finishing your spell a pillar of light soars toward the heavens, making your ritual circle burn with a golden radiance. It’s not till the light is fading when a man can be seen standing in front of you.

“Hahaha! For you to summon me like this, I see your luck has run out, Mongrel!”

Gilgamesh arrogantly laughs, proceeding to smirk with a dominant aura surrounding his lips.