Whoosh
As the incantation ended, a thick purple smoke spread across the area. Moments later, an imp emerged from the smoke, puffing its cheeks as it looked at Justin.
"What is it this time, Master? I hope it's not to get eaten again, right?" the imp grumbled.
"Master?" Justin replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Uh, what did I say? I definitely called you Master, didn't I?" the imp stammered, subtly trying to cover up its previous insult. It was clear he had slipped in a rude term.
Justin smirked, crossing his arms at the imp's feeble attempt at defiance.
"As long as you follow orders, it doesn't matter if you call me Master or something else."
"Misunderstanding, again and again, Master. You have such a narrow mind."
"Enough chatter. Walk forward to that spot. That's why I summoned you." Justin pointed ahead, effectively cutting off the imp's attempt at mockery.
