The Godslingers 300: Chapter 22

Kyuseishu's POV
I walked up to my room. I pulled out a scroll, spread it apart, and dipped my brush in ink. I wrote down the numbers 1-5 on the scroll, and thought.

A being who rarely speaks...

A very powerful demititan...

I haA time traveller...

A descendant of someone we both know so well...

The host of an ancient spirit...

Mike was definintly 3, and Clark was so 2, and I had a theory that Rin was 1. I wrote those down, and then stared at 4 and 5. Well, the host of an ancient spirit...either me or Dan.

But Jack Sullivan, my ancestor, had known Kailon, and stories of him were told down from Rin's family!

I jot down my name next to four, and Dan's next to five. But I had to make sure.

I began inking Japanese symbols in a circle on the floor. Inside the circle, I made a square, each side being the greek word for "Summon", Καλέστε. I sat in the center of the square, put my hands in an X-shape, and began to mutter in Ancient Greek under my breath.

"O thánatos tou Theoú o opoíos échei dó̱sei ti̱n profi̱teía to̱n Pénte, zi̱tó̱ ti̱ sofía sas." I muttered under my breath. I then stabbed myself in the shoulder with a Heroic Silver Dagger, healed the wound with magic, and stabbed the bloodstained blade into my room floor in between the square and circle, and shouted "NOW!"

All the symbols slid towards the knife, floated up them, and the knife shot up teal light. I gasped, then muttered "It worked..."

An apparition of Kailon floated in front of me.