Emily POV
Emily's floated over shattered stone as she moved through the ruins.
Pale sunlight filtered through the broken ceiling overhead, casting long shadows along the fractured walls.
This was once a military outpost.
Now it was a graveyard of steel and forgotten tech.
Ten Zephyr Spirits hovered around her, barely visible, wisps of wind condensed into flickering silhouettes.
Her Champion-rank summon, the lizard-type Draghar, moved ahead with its low, reptilian growl.
To her left, towering behind her, was the Guardian Machina. It was her strongest summon and the one that had evolved the recently today.
The massive construct had once been little more than 2 meters tall, and a dual sword user.
Now, it bore the shape of a hulking war machine.
Its chest split open to reveal twin barrels—machine guns it had salvaged and fused from the ruins during an earlier exploration.
"Target ahead," Emily whispered, hearing the information from Tirra, her ghost bird summon.
