[Spirit POV]
Cold winter air, hot summer humidity, the spring of life, the fall of the trees, I could feel none of them. Nor could I even feel the hands that held towards me. I was a spirit, a being made of nothing but mana.
Yet not even that allowed me to do anything more than pick up a few objects. It was nothing but a facade. A being playing at life. But that was my existence. The existence that the creator had given to me.
It was all I knew of and I had given him my all. Commanding and spying. Every moment of my undeath was used for his purpose. And I was happy. All of my being was for him.
But why… I could do nothing as he was injured, ambushed by that thing. A being far greater than I, made of shadows and power.
I could do nothing. It was why I jumped at the chance to spy on the thing. To float away and make use of my life. It was why I was in the air right now.
