Eiro's large body towered over the spirits, as he held the magic stone in his hand. Waves of magic crashed back into the space that Eiro had just emptied out in order to create it, and it took a few moments for all the spirits to fully recover and get back onto their feet. The only ones in the vicinity that weren't affected were the Salamander King, Eiro himself, as well as Jyoti, who Eiro had specifically protected with a barrier so that he would be fine no matter what Eiro was doing.
The King looked up at Eiro, who slowly lowered his body, sitting down cross-legged while leaning against the tower behind him. He was sure that the overseer would be mad at him about that later, but Eiro honestly didn't really care much about that, "This level of power... If you keep growing at this rate, you will soon come to rival even..."
