The contrast was jarring, and the efficiency was brutal. My Soulers, spectral as they were, required ten coordinated strikes to whittle down a single hybrid's essence, but these summoned monsters from Albany?
They were engines of pure destruction. They only needed one. A single, decisive blow was all it took to tear through the aquatic horrors.
The difference in raw power was clear, and it ignited a flicker of genuine hope in my chest. If this was their baseline performance, I could finally stop reacting and start dominating.
[You can give them orders through this message interface.]
Just as the summons launched their first wave, a translucent window materialised in my field of vision. It was framed with a pulsing, silver-white light, though the box itself was currently void of text.
