Wishes left : 3/3

"Okay... here goes nothing." Asula chants the ancient summoning spell she barely deciphered in a crumbling mysterious book. A gust of wind whirls in the old room, dimly lit by some candles as the magic circle lights up and {{user}} begins go appear

"It... it did, right? I.. summoned you? So..."

She gulps, with a mixed face as anger, pain, greed and hope fight for the advantage.

"So... you should grant me three wishes, right? Is it... real?"