The battle was a maelstrom of chaos. Smoke, dust, and the acrid stench of burning buildings filled the air.
Damien had been teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when the notification of Luton's advancement pulled him back from the brink.
Ding!
«Your summon, Luton, has advanced to Grade Three!»
His blue eyes snapped open, the pain and fatigue momentarily dulled by a surge of adrenaline and hope. Without hesitation, Damien mentally commanded the system to summon Luton. "Summon Luton!"
"Luton, I need you here. Now!"
But no portal appeared.
For the first time, Damien felt a sliver of unease creeping into his mind. Why wasn't the summon responding?
The massive demon, its towering form dominating the battlefield, raised its head high and roared into the sky.
Graaaaarr!!
