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Douxie was the one to suggest it, to Fight Fire with Fire.
Contact a creature that was supposedly more powerful than the gods that now wanted to rewrite their world, they had yet to take Nari, had yet to stake their attack, but Douxie didn't want to risk that chance.
The Ghost King, a powerful entity that controlled all of the Infinite Realms, and with the spaces between dimensions, all of Magic, all of fate, and time. But even such an entity was known to be kind, far kinder than the previous King, Pariah Dark.
King Phantom was a protector, a guardian, he was their best chance at winning a fight that had yet to happen.
So, the others begrudgingly agree. Jim is hesitant, but he trusts Douxie completely.
Douxie, Archie, Nari, and Claire are the ones to write the summoning circle. Jim and the others watch, interested, hesitant, afraid.
They're expecting something monstrous, something incomprehensible, but as Douxie's chanting ends, a pale man with black and white hair appears in the summoning circle, floating above the ground and sipping on a cup of coffee, on his hands sit multiple rings, his skin is marred with scars and tattoos, eyes are of an icy pale blue and bright neon green mixture stare at each of them, like the lights of the Aurora. Above his head a crown of ice and stars floats, The man frowns, raising an eyebrow and waving a hand at the collective, he's wearing a white button-up shirt and slacks. He looks almost entirely human, if not for the points of his ears and slightly pointed teeth.
"Uh, hey, what's up?"