In a desert climate of the Outerverse, a hot, sweating Chal had his hand outstretched, trying to preform this particular spell for the twentieth time now. How would he ever get to be strong enough to bring down the Anrufe!? He wanted to be as strong as K2323 and Hikaru-Sama. He wanted to get strong.
"GO!" he shouted, trying again to materialize a spell circle. He kept trying over and over, trying to maintain the right flow of energy, maintain the shape of the circle, and to anchor it to the ground. Finally, he succeeded, a glowing, green circle surrounding him as he dropped to the ground, exhausted.