The morning sunlight penetrated through the half-drawn curtains, casting beams of soft sun rays across the living room.
Ryder sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, his red eyes fixed on the translucent figure hovering before him. Luxy—his familiar—floated in the air, the edges of his ethereal form rippling once in a while like disturbed water.
"Familiars and their summoners are emotionally linked, but not you, Luxy," Ryder said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them for nearly an hour.
This was one of the few times he had summoned Luxy out. This kind of summoning style wasn't the regular one; it was different.
It may appear like a unique style he developed by himself at first, but then, deep down, he knew this was a failure.
He had tried multiple times to summon Luxy out of his body to experience the world, but not once had he succeeded.
