"There have been," she admitted. "Including the young summoner standing at the wall. This place is sacred to the summoners of this world."

Anima's gaze strayed to the little girl walking the perimeter, as she counted off the eidolons depicted on the rock. "She is the last of her kind." It was informative, and a warning. The last thing the fayth wanted to see was this world's final link to summons snuffed out. If her son was aware of how precious the horned summoner was, perhaps his lust for more power would stop him from harming her. It felt wrong to use his weakness against him, but she had no other choice.