Prologue
A man in a tattered cloak ran under heavy rain, behind him his pursuit was picking up pace as well, the muddy water splashed under his foot, and his breaths were starting to collapse well. Suddenly he sensed two projectiles speeding up behind him.
'Rakshak'
Suddenly below him from a small pool of blood, a man with a suit appeared, summoning a wall of blood from the base of his fingernail, blocking the projectiles. The suited man then went back into a pool of blood and disappeared.
The man sped up and finally reached the end of the forest cover, but in front of him stood a group, they wore white and gold armour while the man in the centre held a gold sword. A girl with feather wings flew up from the group and aimed her staff towards the running man.
"O' Goddess of Light, Aria. Please give salvation to this lost soul"
With a white flash, a beam was launched towards the man, he stopped in his path. Once again summoning Rakshak, but this Rakshak's arms turned to blood and formed a small but compact shield, barely blocking the white light.
"Everyone comes out"
Under the man, a puddle of blood appeared, and from that puddle, people started to appear, about 30. The man breathed heavily after his summon. One of the summons fixed his glasses and asked, "Are we dying today?"
"Yes," The man said with I expression, neither joyous nor sorrow.
A summoned woman with blond hair took the front as her clothes turned to a slim armour of blood along with the other summons who followed her, cladding themselves in blood armour.
The man with the white sword finally lifted his sword, aiming towards the 30 summon.
"ATTACK!" he shouted.
"Go," said the summoner out of breath.
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The battle lasted hours, but the victor had been finally decided. The blood summoner lay on the muddy ground, while the man with the white sword plunged his sword into the summoner's chest. They looked at each other "In the end, I still couldn't get my revenge" the summoner said.
"I am sorry"
"Don't apologize, idiot" the summoner closed his eyes.