Summons can cast Hero or Monster Skills (102 spells)(D2RMM)

Night falls over the firmament; a golden full moon hangs high above. Layers of thin clouds drift slowly, half veiling the moonlight. Sparse stars occasionally pierce the cloud gaps, twinkling softly across the dark night sky, scattering gentle silvery radiance that eases the bloodlust of war lingering upon the world.

At the heart of the Exile Camp blazes a towering bonfire. Crimson tongues of flame leap wildly, sending showers of sparks whirling toward the night sky. Displaced rebels gather around the fire, singing and dancing amid the evening breeze and flickering flames. With raw, unreserved passion, they cast off the weariness of endless battles and the hardships of constant flight.

Kashya, Commander of the Resistance, leans against a wooden stake by the fire and takes a deep draught of harsh spirits. The fiery liquor burns down her throat, warming her chest. Her gaze grows hazy as she stares up at the moon half-hidden by clouds and mutters softly, “The moon, stripped of all blood-red hue, is strangely beautiful.”

Beside her, Akara the Sightless curves her lips into a faint smile. Her ethereal voice drifts through the bustling camp. “Indeed. There is no trace of crimson malice left. Better still, we have received tidings that will lift every heart among us today.”

Her empty eyes, robbed of sight long ago, seem brimming with moonlight and starlight—clear and resolute, as if piercing the dark night to behold glimmers of hope amid despair.

Nearby, Deckard Cain the Sage scratches his sparse white hair atop his head, sips warm honey tea slowly, and speaks. “On this Blood Moon night, the fiends of Hell marched forth in full force; danger looms greater than ever. Only the combined might of our seven Heroes allowed us to barely fend off the terrible assault of Baal’s Avatar.”

He pauses, gazing toward the moon, his tone tinged with relief and hope. “Mid-battle, a shard of the Worldstone accidentally tore open a hidden dimensional barrier, summoning a powerful Hero ally who has lain dormant for ages.

He long ago turned his back on mortal strife and secluded himself deep within the dimensions. Yet witnessing Hell’s catastrophe ravage humanity and innocents suffer, he has resolved to emerge and join the Resistance. From this day onward, eight Heroes shall stand to defend mankind.”

Not far away, Greed the Merchant Guild Leader is hunched over, devouring a juicy roasted pork knuckle. Honey-glazed skin turns golden and crisp; a crisp crunch echoes at every bite, rich fat melting across the tongue.

Chewing vigorously, he mumbles anxiously, unable to hide his unease. “We have waited a full day. Why is this new ally still not here? Could misfortune have befallen him along the way?”

Charsi the Blacksmith frowns deeply upon hearing this, he