The Witch King

The night’s sky was clear except for one obvious blemish tainting the view, a bright crimson moon hanging ominously over the valley. Your Anima reminds you that the ritual must be performed during this very blood moon, as there won’t be another for several months.

You take out a pouch of ash and salt given to you at the start of this journey by Icarus. You begin drawing the summoning circle on the ground whilst placing the ritual items in their respective locations in the circle. The ash and salt begin to glow.

You recite the memorized incantation, the circle alighting into flames that grow ever higher. The skies turn red and the ground melts away into a void at the center of the circle. From there you see a gargantuan creature claw its way out into the open world with a thunderous roar.

The void collapses and the flames subside as the Witch King steps out of the circle.

“Why have you summoned me, creature?” it asks in a booming and grotesque, curdled voice.

“The Iron Witch has sent me, I seek a favor of the Witch King on his behalf,” you respond.

Its head cocks to the side like a confused mongrel, “The Witch King does not give favors. Competent enough to summon me, but foolish enough to ask this? What kind of imbecile are you? What moronic mortal stands before me? What manner of stupidity shames my glorious presence?”

You retort, “After I bring you to the brink of death I’m sure you’ll reconsider.”

He snorts, “Poor little mouse. I hope you taste good.”

The beast claws at the ground and lets out a deafening howl that shakes your loins.

Your Anima whispers, “Yeehaw.”