In a shimmer of light, seven figures burst forth from the void.
I spilled my cup all over my pants, staring wide-eyed.
The first was a man in armor. The second, an old man carved out of wind, holding an emerald scepter. Then a little girl with angel wings perched on a moon staff; a giant of mossy stone; a translucent woman floating inside a bubble; a young boy crowned with lightning; and finally… a giant pink rabbit munching on a carrot.
"Behold my Seven Familiars," the Magister declared, as casually as if he were showing off socks. "Each one supposedly embodies a primordial force. Time, Power, Soul, Spirit, Reality, Space, and… Uh. Bob? You're not a primordial force, are you?"
The rabbit burped.
"Well, six familiars and Bob."
I trembled with excitement. "They… obey you?"
