What was a Spirit King?
They were not mere spirits, nor familiars, nor guardians.
They were the physical embodiment of nature itself—a consciousness naturally born from the world, shaped by the element they ruled.
A primordial existence whose very presence warped reality, whose authority carried the conceptual weight of their domain.
If one said water, then a Spirit King of Water represented all bodies of water in the world.
If one said fire, then their authority was tied to every flame in existence.
To stand before such a being was to stand before the laws that governed life.
And to form a contract with one wasn't a pact—it was like willingly accepting the full weight of the ocean, the sun, or the storm onto a human soul.
Humans were not meant to even perceive them, let alone withstand their presence.
Yet here in front of Stacia… stood a Sea Dragon—a Spirit King.
"Ugh…!"
Stacia's breath tore out of her lungs as her knees slammed against the heated stone.
