Ayame's pulse quickened as she took in the battlefield, amusedly observing how Quinlan was doing his utmost to somehow not die to the 100 aerial units chasing after him. Knowing he had things under control, she focused on the battle looming before her.
Excitement filled her heart at the thought of the great challenge they were faced with, but also because she was eager to observe and fight alongside her newly upgraded friends and allies. New classes, new powers—everyone was evolving.
And she had no intention of being left behind.
Beside her, Kaelira—Ambition—stepped forward. "[Runeweaver's Armory]."
Out of thin air, she brandished a golden smithing hammer, and an anvil materialized beside her. Her armored fingers gripped the handle tightly before she raised it high and slammed it down with a resounding clang.
