A rudimentary altar was set up at the front of the submarine...
On the altar lay some flesh and blood from the last summoned Great Demon.
Although the setup was extremely simple, the most important aspect of summoning a demon was the intent. As long as that intent was conveyed, it could turn sincerity into a key that unlocks stone, calling the other party forth.
With a whoosh.
The contract written in Omar's blood that Colin held burst into flames.
The summoning was over, and all that remained was to wait for a response.
However...
It was at this moment that a heavy sense of oppression struck again. Colin turned his head and could already make out Omar arriving, looking like a chaotic ball of yarn composed of numerous blood-red tentacles.
Today, the Great Pirate's displayed form was almost entirely inhuman.
The only human part left on his massive, over ten meters long aggregate of tentacles was a head on top of the "yarn ball."
"So it's really all tentacles below the neck."
