The sigil glows showing that it worked and whatever comes through is bound to my blood as the pentagram lights up as well. Shit. It isn't supposed to light up unless it was needed to contain the summon and nothing I've summoned yet has done that, not even the sprites responsible for Fiendfyre. The veil between worlds rips open in the middle of my circle and all of my senses flare up with imminent danger. I briefly wonder if I made a mistake forming contracts with the elemental spirits to key me into magic a bit more than I already was because whatever creature just ripped reality apart to answer my summons is distinctly powerful. A figure steps out of the tear and it seals behind it. My breath catches in my throat as I lay eyes on it.