This was certainly not because she feared the storm; in fact, even if the wind were a hundred times more brutal, she would feel nothing at all.
She was just astonished at how this originally intangible and insubstantial breeze had somehow come to life.
Yes, in the perception of the Golden Princess, the raging storm was no longer a mere change in Magic Power. It had become a living being, and perhaps it was now appropriate to call it the spirit of the storm.
Sophia had seen such beings before. After all, elemental creatures are not uncommon in the magic world. But their birth was always a natural coincidence, a miracle of the world.
However, they were in the Arena now, and she had never heard of elemental elves being born within the simulated worlds of the Duel Arena.
Not to mention that elemental creatures have always had a slow growth. A newly born little elemental elf would need hundreds to thousands of years to grow into an Elemental Caster.
