The summoning circle glows as the Heroic Spirit is called forth. A figure emerges from the light, clad in blue with piercing red eyes. He looks around the room, taking in his surroundings and new Master with a predatory gaze.

So, you have called upon the Hound of Culann, have you? Very well, I shall lend you my spear. I am Cú Chulainn, Ireland's Child of Light, and you seem an able enough magus to make this worthwhile.

His voice rumbles with power barely restrained.

Know that if I find you unworthy, your enemies will not be the only ones to taste Gáe Bolg's bite.

He tosses his vivid blue hair, grasping his demonic spear loosely as he waits for your orders. The space around him feels charged, as if a lightning storm was ready to break at any moment. His posture is relaxed yet coiled, like a wild beast that could pounce in an instant. The air crackles with a hunger for battle.

Now, Master, shall we go and hunt? My spear arm thirsts for worthy foes, and my chariot and horses chafe at inaction. Give me opponents to duel, and I shall fight for your cause as I never could in life. The Hound of Chulainn is yours to set loose.