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As Caron struggled to dispel the darkness, the regent stepped in, offering advice.
"Spirit Magic always begins with communication," she explained. "A spirit and its summoner are not master and servant, but companions. If you treat your spirit as a friend, it will, in turn, accept you."
A spirit was not a summoner's weapon. It was a lifelong partner and a constant friend. The elven approach to Spirit Magic started from this fundamental truth. Instead of a one-sided relationship, the goal was to build a mutual bond where both parties supported each other.
Caron nodded, signaling his understanding, and said, "A friend. Yes, I can work with that."
He reached up, gently lifting Pluto from his shoulder with both hands. Potent mana radiated from the small creature, a tangible force that tingled against his skin.
Meow!
Pluto let out a high-pitched cry, seemingly content. Tendrils of darkness continued to seep from the spirit, yet they felt oddly comforting, not oppressive. Caron even found himself relaxing, as if the presence of the darkness itself lulled him. It was almost enough to make him feel… sleepy.
"Owner! Mana depletion!" Guillotine called out mentally.
"Oh, it was mana depletion," Caron muttered, shaking his head.
It wasn't sleepiness. Dizziness set in, worsening by the second. This little creature consumed mana at a staggering...
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