With two Spirit Kings already bound to her soul, Vivianne had achieved more than what she once believed impossible. In her past life, she had heard the faint whispers of spirits countless times, voices calling to her from beyond, but no matter how desperately she reached for them, she could never grasp their power.
Her mind had been torn apart, her will shattered beyond healing. Back then, she could not even hold a bond with the weakest lesser spirit. But now things are different. Now Undine and Tempest themselves walked beside her, their power flowing through her as naturally as breath.
The road to the capital is long and heavy with unease. Dark clouds pressed low against the sky, casting the land in muted shades of gray. The fields on either side of the dirt road stretched wide but barren, broken only by patches of skeletal trees stripped bare by the season.
