Yamamoto raised an eyebrow and turned to face her, his gaze calm and solemn. "Channel your magical energy into the Command Spell, inscribe a magic circle based on the pattern it feeds back to you, place the catalyst inside, then call out."
With no subordinates at present, the old man had to do everything himself, but he thought nothing of it.
After all, in his youth, he had been a truly restless man, unable to sit still, stirring up trouble everywhere.
Sakura followed his instructions, drawing the magic circle on the scorched earth before closing her eyes.
The Command Spell on the back of her hand began to glow, its crimson markings especially distinct in the darkness.
She did not know what she was drawing. A hazy silhouette appeared in her mind, with serpentine curves and stark contours.
The Command Spell shone brighter and brighter, and the lines of the summoning circle on the ground burst with light. Magical energy flowed from her body into the circle.
After reaching its peak, the light abruptly contracted.
A tall figure emerged from the light, slender and graceful, dressed in a black bodysuit. Her purple hair drifted like snakes in the night breeze, and a blindfold covered half her face, yet the gaze that shone from beneath it still carried an air of extreme danger.
Medusa stood in the center of the summoning circle, silently surveying her surroundings.
Her gaze paused briefly as it passed over Yamamoto, then returned to Sakura.
"Are you my Master?"
Her voice was soft, carrying a trace of cool emotion.
Sakura clenched her fists and nodded.
The old man studied Medusa with an appraising gaze. Passable, I suppose.
A moment later, he looked away, turning back toward the city center:
"Come. Someone is already on their way. Do