Cursed summoning.
He, Anon, did not need another creature's blood. No, merely the aura of this creature was enough, and the more of its aura he fed the summon, the higher the likelihood of locking onto this opponent.
It just so happened that the darkness domain was the greatest source of the daemon's aura.
He did not know what to say again, so he, Anon, could only reveal a beaming smile at this daemon.
This cursed creature did not appear in the physical plane.
The cursed grimoire released a purple light in this darkness, and Anon's finger drew strange patterns on space...
Soon after, the darkness domain began trembling crazily. The darkness appeared to solidify before shattering.
The fragmented shards of darkness did not form a dark armor like before, and the void was also no more.
The white haired, three-eyed daemon stumbled back.
It did not appear physically hurt; however, it alone knew the terrors it was experiencing.
Anon seized the opportunity.
