[William "Quick Disks" Ellis, Clay at the Side of Southernmost Lake] This was stupid. Really stupid. Let's review today, shall we? --- [Eight Hours Prior: Quick Disks, Baggage Check, London International Airport] "Sorry sir, but you can't carry live animals on board." "He's not an animal, he's a miniature chimera and do not hold him like that!" "...a miniature what, sir?" "..." "..." "...terrier. I said terrier." --- [Seven Hours Prior: Quick Disks, Plane Interior, European Airspace] "Sorry sir, we don't have any wine." "What?!" "We have a wonderful selection of diet sodas, though." "Are you calling me fat?!" "N-no sir, I was just-" "YOU BE QUIET YOU IGNORANT SCUM-SUCKING PIG SOW!" --- [Two Hours Prior: Quick Disks, Baggage Claim, Septum Top Secret Airport] "Alright, got my equipment, got my coda, good. Now I just need to wait on the suitcase with those catalysts for hero summoning. Oh, this will be wonderful..." "Mommy, why is that weird man talking to himself?" "Just keep walking, honey. Don't make eye contact." --- [One Hour Prior: Quick Disks, Baggage Claim Help Desk, Septum Top Secret Airport] "You lost my bag?! I'll have you know that contained very important materials that will greatly hinder my work here! Where is your supervisor, I will not-" "I'm very sorry, sir, but thank you for flying with Malaysian Airlines. We hope to see you again soon." --- [Thirty Minutes Prior: Quick Disks, Cake Shop] "I'm sorry sir, we're all out of cake." "...of course you are." "S-sir? Where are you going? We have some pie if you-" "No. No pie. Not today." --- [William "Quick Disks" Ellis, Clay at the Side of Southernmost Lake] But in the end, that was all inconsequential. Lines were drawn in clay. Perhaps if someone was watching him they would wonder what a foreign man was doing drawing occult lines in the earth, but there were no such people around. The catalyst was a substitute for the original intended one, a meaningless shard of material from a construct which had ceased to have meaning over a millennium ago. And with that, the man knelt at the lake's side began a chant with the capability to send an average magus into unconsciousness. [i]Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate. Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Repeat every five times. Simply, shatter once filled. ――――I announce. Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword. In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer. Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead. You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！[/i] The wind writhed as a flare of light filled the expanse, mud and clay flying in random directions as the light grew ever brighter. Such was the world. Such was the summoning of a spirit of old. Nothing else needed to be said.