[ Space bends and twists above the magic circle that she's inscribed - the gauntlet of a foreign king had been at its centre, but a red fog soon erupts from the runes around it and envelops the artifact entirely. Thorned vines crawl out of nothingness, reaching to bind the ground around the circle as a man steps out of the mist. Very similar to the person she had been trying to summon, but his clothes are dyed with red instead of blue, and the crown of thorns on his head look more menacing than decorative.
The gauntlet assumes its position on his hand, gold transmuted into black and red. ]
NICE
The gauntlet assumes its position on his hand, gold transmuted into black and red. ]
Servant Avenger. Are you my master?