The autumn rain lashed violently against the windows of the Silver Boar Inn, rattling the shutters in the nocturnal squall.
Inside the quiet third-floor suite, a sudden, piercing chime resonated directly within the spiritual awareness of both sleeping companions.
A translucent interface materialized in the room, projecting three urgent crimson alert panels that pulsed with alarming intensity:
[ Critical Danger Detected ]
[ Contract Host Location Acquired ]
[ Emergency Path Available to Manifested Summons ]
It was the first time since their manifestation that the mysterious dimensional interface ever acted autonomously to contact them directly.
For months, the mysterious system operated solely through his consciousness, treating the summons as contracted entities rather than independent operators.
Yet in this terrifying moment of existential crisis, the ancient core recognized that its host was incapacitated and opened a conduit.
