"Alex, he is your second Driving Spirit, Wood attribute. His ability to recover and bind is very useful in combat." Elias ignored the sulky expression and the uncomfortable side-eye of the Sycamore Spirit, turning to speak to Alex, his tone like a teacher instructing a student:
"Name him. Establish a contract. Once he has a name, the link will be formed."
"Name him?" The tree spirit immediately became vigilant, stepping back, arms crossed over his solid chest, his long green hair standing on end without wind like an angered lion:
"Do what? Are you planning to enslave me? I have been free for four hundred years; no one has the right to order me around!"
But the rebellious aura he just raised, the leaves on his clothes just about to turn into sharp blades, were strictly suppressed in an instant by a stream of red light flashing from Elias.
