The druid and the shaman stood at the edge of the clearing, staring at the ancient symbols etched into the ground. It was risky, attempting to summon that kind of being, but curiosity had gotten the better of the druid. The shaman was never one to shy away from a challenge.
"You sure about this?" the druid asked warily, looking seriously to his partner.
"Absolutely!" the shaman replied, grinning wildly. "Trust me on this one."
The druid took a deep breath and began to chant, feeling the ancient power of the natural world flowing through his veins.
Som na tuna kana pu wo liahk...
Som na tuna kana pu wo liahk...
The shaman joined in, their voice blending in a heady mix of sound and energy.
The air grew thick with the an intense herbal scent and the symbols on the ground began to glow with an eerie light. The energy in the circle intensified until it felt like the very fabric of reality was about to unravel.
The light flickered. The wind stilled.
There was a blinding flash of light, a powerful force surged through the circle and a deafening explosion filled the clearing, that sent the pair flying back, landing hard on the ground.
When the dust settled, the druid and shaman looked around in bewilderment. They had expected to summon a nature spirit or perhaps a helpful animal guide. Instead, there stood before them a creature of nightmare.
It was a hulking mass of muscle and fur, with razor-sharp claws and teeth. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent intelligence as it regarded the two summoners.
The eldritch abomination writhed and gibbered, its pulsating flesh oozing with an unearthly ichor. The very sight of it filled the druid with a sense of visceral terror, a gnawing unease that threatened to unravel their sanity.
But what was this creature, this abomination that defied all reason and logic? Was it a remnant of some long-forgotten dimension, a being that had slipped through the veil of reality to feast upon the flesh of mortals? Or was it a twisted experiment of some mad wizard, a grotesque fusion of disparate life forms that should never have been brought into existence?
The shaman seemed unfazed by the creature's appearance. He laughed in delight, his eyes bright with maniac glee. "This is amazing!" he cried. "We've summoned a true horror, a being of pure chaos and destruction! Can you feel the power, the raw energy surrounding the air around it?"
The druid could only stare in mute horror as the shaman approached the abomination, his hand outstretched in a gesture of friendship. The creature lashed out with a tentacle but the shaman merely laughed and dodged the attack. "Such grace, such speed." he exclaimed. "Truly, this is a wondrous creature, one that we can learn so much from..."
"Look Huldort, I don't think we should be messing with this kind of dark magic... Let's send him back." he said, regretting that they had even thought of meddling with such forces. "Before..."
One step ahead, the creature used the same free tentacle it tried to attack Huldort with, and swept part of the symbols that were holding it inside the summoning circle.
The druid and shaman shared a terrified look. This was not what they had intended at all. The creature let out a deafening roar and the pair knew they were in for the fight of their lives.
But not the abomination. It wasn't up for a confrontation.
Jumping into the darkness, the creature left them in that clearing, never to be seen again by the pair. Well, not in that raw primordial form, at least.
