Spirit Integration—a power beyond the grasp of ordinary beings.
It was a sacred force that allowed individuals to merge with elemental spirits, amplifying their magical abilities to unfathomable levels. But not just anyone could wield it. The laws of nature dictated that only those with true compatibility could form a bond with spirits.
Among all species, humans held the highest affinity. At the age of seven, every human child awakened a spirit bond, marking the beginning of their magical journey.
The elves, despite their abundant mana, had shockingly low compatibility with spirits. The reason remained unknown—perhaps a curse, perhaps a divine law.
The dwarves, vampires, and werewolves stood on an entirely different plane. Their very existence clashed with the essence of spirits. If a vampire or werewolf ever attempted to form a spirit bond, they would burn to ashes. As for the dwarves, they simply lacked the spiritual foundation required to channel such power.
Yet, it was this very ability—Spirit Integration—that kept humanity from being crushed under the dominance of the other races.
The first and greatest Spirit User, the legendary Prince Diamonda Chrono, had once stood alone against the mighty elven legions.
With the power of spirit of Infinity Mana,the first spirit that came into existence in the human world through this,he turned the tides of history, making even the proudest of races bow before humanity's strength. His most terrifying form—Spirit Integration: Sundesmos—was said to elevate the user to the level of a god. A state where their very being fused with the spirit, changing their eyes, attire, and mana into something transcendent.
Even the Werewolf King Garda, feared across the land, could not dismiss such power.
But the Sundesmos form was a rare gift. Only a handful of people in the world had ever achieved it.
And now—
Indra was standing before one.
The Weight of Power
Indra's instincts screamed.
He could not win.
Not against this.
So—he ran.
His feet pounded against the courtyard's cracked stones, his breath sharp and rapid. His body was battered, blood dripping from his lips, but he didn't stop.
Behind him, Elixer stood still, watching with golden eyes brimming with amusement.
He raised his hand.
A single word left his lips.
"Anemos Boréas."
And then—
The air itself betrayed Indra.
A crushing force slammed him into the ground, his bones screaming under the sudden, unbearable weight. His limbs felt like they were pinned beneath an invisible mountain.
He gasped.
The world blurred as his vision darkened.
The wind around him had become an executioner's blade, suffocating him, pressing him into the dirt like an insect.
From behind, slow, steady footsteps approached.
Each step—a countdown to his fate.
Elixer's voice was calm. Almost playful.
"You can't outrun me, Indra."
His golden eyes gleamed through the dust.
"You can't even breathe, can you?"
Indra clenched his teeth, his mind racing.
He could feel it—the difference in power.
This wasn't just an enemy.
This was a force of nature.
But he refused to submit.
Through sheer desperation, he bit into his palm.
His teeth sank deep into his own flesh.
Blood—warm, thick—gushed forth.
The moment his blood touched the air—
The spell shattered.
The weight was gone.
Indra gasped for breath, his lungs burning as he staggered forward.
Elixer froze.
His eyes widened in shock.
"…You undid my spell?"
A slow, twisted grin crept onto his face.
"How?"
Indra said nothing.
Elixer's exhilaration only grew.
"There's no way you should have been able to break a Sundesmos spell. Not unless…"
He tilted his head, his golden eyes shining with manic delight.
"You little fox. What else are you hiding?"
Indra did not answer.
He did not look back.
He ran.
Elixer let out a soft chuckle, watching him flee.
Then, his patience snapped.
"Where do you think you're running, Indra?"
His hand flicked upward.
"Pnévma!"
A roaring blast of wind tore through the courtyard, dust and debris scattering as the force rushed toward Indra.
It was a direct hit.
Or—
It should have been.
But Indra dodged.
He twisted his body at the last second, narrowly escaping the attack, his tattered clothes whipping violently in the storm.
Elixer's eyes flashed with pure thrill.
"Ohhh… I see."
He licked his lips, his heart pounding in excitement.
"You're learning."
Indra didn't wait.
He dashed toward a hidden doorway at the edge of the courtyard.
An old, forgotten room.
Elixer frowned.
He had never seen this place before.
What was he planning?
His gaze flickered around. The air inside the room felt… wrong. There was a strange, lingering scent.
Something… unnatural.
And then—it hit him.
This was no ordinary room.
A slow grin stretched across his face.
"Well, well…"
His fingers tightened around his sword.
"That place… might just be your grave."
And with that—
Elixer stepped inside.
Unaware that he had just walked into his biggest mistake.