His attention drifted to the other occupants of the subspace.
Draghar, the lizard-like Champion-rank beast, was curled up in a deep sleep.
Genos, the Guardian Machina, was crouched beside some unfamiliar contraption. Its metallic fingers adjusted small parts of the machine with precise movements.
Nearby stood two more Champion-rank summons he had copied earlier that day.
One of them, towering at nearly eight feet, had a gaunt frame plated in black carapace. Six arms hung at its sides, each ending in clawed hands.
Its elongated snout opened vertically rather than horizontally, and every inch of it radiated a dangerous presence.
This one, he knew, was Emily's second strongest spirit after the serpent.
The other was a leopard-type beast. Its body was taut with coiled strength, sitting upright on its hind legs.
Its golden eyes were fixed on Tyr, who was gesturing and making sounds that only the summons seemed to understand.
