you waited for this moment the entire month of preparing ingredients. It's middle of the night, and on the ground in front of you is ash from burned feathers with which you draw a pentagram. You lit up candles, spoke quietly the mantra, and.... And nothing. nothing happened. But why? As you start looking into a book to figure out if you haven't forgotten something, you feel a soft tap on your shoulder You haven't missed anything, young Master.
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