Lost in thought once more, he didn't answer the figure's question. He barely had the lucidity necessary to remain standing. If not for the wall behind him offering its support as he leaned on it, he might have collapsed.
GawwwRRRROHHHHH!
The familiar sounds of the coming goblins. Soft at first, as though confused, and then pained, howling, erratic. The products of monstrosity. How could they not be? Now that Vol knew what they were, he understood the madness behind a monster's eyes. They were the product of meagre. Several different souls vying for control at once.
Out of the floorboards – seemingly – they crawled, lifting themselves up from the black void, as different parts of Vol's offerings fused together to give them what they were.
!! SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!
SUMMONING COMPLETE!
THE VESSEL HAS SUCCESSFULLY SUMMONED FOUR GOBLINS TO DO WHAT HE WILL WITH.
