Lorenzo
The pirate and the puppet called it off for the night, figuring they were better off taking a break and planning some more. There was still lots of time and things to figure out, so it wasn't a bad spot to take a breather.
He was just chilling on a hill, staring at the sunset and fiddling with his fire magic boredly when he suddenly felt a pull. Something was calling him, it was like being tugged at down below, even his fire was flicking around like if it was attracted to something, somewhere or someone...
The circle soon caught ablaze as the magic intensified, sending the flames circling around and growing hotter and hotter until the entire halls of the gymnasiums were littering with flame and fire, dancing freely with dangerous hotness. The infernal vortex grew taller and more intense in the center, where the circle was drawn like a pillar from hell, and the flames dispersed as if they took life before fading to leave the ground with flames licking the air above and a tall and imposing man.
His coat was thick, and its body was nothing more than a charred skeleton larger than most men. The burning figure's stance was imposing, fiery and bold, and the powerful undead silently stared at the summoner as if the fire was seeping right into her soul.
"Are you... my master?" He asked, as if expecting something from her.