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The summon, Part 51

As they ventured deeper into the ruins, they found a vast chamber marked by a soaring ceiling that opened into the night sky. Moonlight spilled through broken stonework, illuminating an altar at its center—the surface strewn with old relics: shattered crystals, worn artifacts, and remnants of offerings long forgotten.

"Gather around!" Vespera called, gesturing for them to encircle the altar. "We must channel our energies together to awaken the temple's magic."

Mer-Mer positioned himself beside Shadow-Cat while Spartacus and Latina filled in the gaps. Ragnar stood slightly behind them, his usual bravado subdued by the weight of their mission.

"We need to focus on our collective purpose," Vespera instructed, raising her staff high above her head. "Visualize the aid you wish to summon—imagine our allies joining us in this fight against Solaris."

Mer-Mer closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he envisioned a wave of warriors rising beside them; rebels, united in their cause against tyranny. He could feel energy pulsing within him—a blend of shadow magic and hope intertwining like threads in a tapestry.

"All together now!" Vespera shouted as she slammed her staff down onto the altar. The room vibrated with an electric charge, sending ripples across the air. Crystals began to glow more intensely as shadows danced along the walls like flickering flames.

In that moment of concentrated intent, shadows shifted and coalesced before them into tangible forms—figures materializing from the depths of darkness. Mer-Mer felt astonished as silhouettes solidified into real shapes: warriors clad in mismatched armor brandishing weapons ranging from swords to bows.

"Behold! Your allies!" Vespera cried triumphantly as figures emerged from every corner of the chamber—fugitive rebels seeking freedom alongside adventurers from distant lands who had heard whispers of Solaris' impending doom.

Ragnar gasped at the sight while Latina clenched her spear tightly, her fervor reignited by this unexpected influx of strength.

"Now we cannot fail!��� Mer-Mer declared as he took his place at the forefront beside Vespera. The gathering felt powerful; it was fuelled by vengeance and righteousness alike.

As they prepared their strategy amidst their new comrades, Vespera directed them toward a mural painted on one wall—a depiction of a great battle between light and shadow where heroes rose against dark forces.

"This is our history," she said with reverence. "It shows how unity can defeat even the strongest enemies." She traced a finger along the painted weapons held high above their heads as if drawing inspiration from their valor.

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To the Southside rebel camp where are our brother and sisters!, said Spartacus and rise his sword...