"Thalassa, lend me your strength".
"Zephyros, come out".
The moment Silvia and Iris's voices resonated within the field, the atmosphere shifted. A low hum echoed in the sky, not from the wind but from mana itself.
Then, two majestic figures descended.
Silvia's spirit, Thalassa, who governed upon the sea. Its translucent long body shimmered with glittering scales, swimming in the air as it settled on Silvia's back.
Her presence was calm yet unyielding, like an ocean.
Next to her, Iris's spirit, Zephyros, took the form of a snow-haired wolf. Its massive body loomed over the girls' before it shrank and stood beside the Elven girl.
The wolf's golden eyes reflected an ancient wisdom, paired with a free-spirited behavior, that soothed the atmosphere in the group.
Mana in the atmosphere stirred.
The air thickened. A tide of raw, untamed mana gathered across the girls' camp, enveloping them in stifling silence.
Pulled by the will of two great spirits.
