Spotting Atlas was a simple task for Emery. As a hybrid of man and machine, Atlas's metallic form stood out starkly against the background of chaos.
He propelled through the air, his body alight with the phosphorescent glow of energy, discharging high-explosive beams towards the mass of dark elves and orcs that surrounded them. The powerful blasts sent many adversaries hurtling backwards, leaving a trail of scorched earth and displaced bodies in their wake.
Emery's memories of Atlas were vivid and profound, the recollections of shared battles and victories invoking a sense of warmth in his heart. The sight of Atlas, his formidable figure slicing through the sea of enemies, rekindled a sense of camaraderie and anticipation within him.
