Numbers are quite an advantage.
Lyle, who was running desperately, had etched this belief in his mind. In his hand, Nia's tendrils were tied around an obedient sphere. This auxiliary robot, known as Snowball, due to its rounded appearance and somewhat clumsy movement, was regarded by Lyle as a mascot of sorts.
One could hardly imagine that this seemingly harmless little thing could form the mechanical torrent roaring behind them, making the pipe thunder and feel like it would collapse under its burden any moment.
Lyle attributed the surge of adrenaline in his body entirely to SS. If the opportunity arose, he wouldn't mind showing that perfect machinist the methods of a perfect Spirit Summoner. Yet now Lyle, pressing down his anger, sounded slightly anxious as he sought help through his earpiece—the path at the end of the tunnel was locked. Only SS, the one who caused Lyle's predicament, could address this dilemma.
