Vaelastrid
Atop the wall where the sun rays shone the brightest, a lone figure stood surrounded by an eerie stillness. Leo, draped in a kimono of midnight black, wore a fox mask that concealed his features, a visage crafted with twisted symbols of occult significance. His presence exuded an unsettling aura of malevolence, hinting at the forbidden knowledge and dark powers that coursed through his veins.
Demonic letters expelled from his body, spreading far and wide across his skin, creeping down until they moved to the ground, taking the shape of a pentagram.
Leo stepped into the center of a meticulously drawn pentagram, its intricate lines etched into the earth with a mixture of arcane symbols and blood. The very air crackled with a sense of anticipation, as if the forest itself held its breath, aware of the impending summoning.