“Today’s the day, Reeshona, Adan, Libi,” Maria muttered to the three golems in the room with her, caressing Adan’s expressionless face, taking the last few minutes to make sure Libi had no scratches on her and briefly staring at the word ‘emet’ on Reeshona’s forehead. Talking to her creations, how base. She felt like a child again.
Damn, she was nervous. Why was she nervous? This had only taken months, no two years, of planning and preparing for this one day. She’d gone through painstakingly arduous lengths to get an artefact to use as a catalyst, the simple scrap now in the middle of the summoning circle.
The brunette took a deep breath, more to focus herself than anything else. This was it after all, after this she was only one step away from gaining her family’s crest back. She closed her eyes and began the incantation, fully prepared to be disappointed.
“Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balanace!”