“Hello, I’m, wait, why do I already have a name? Have we met before?” A small spirit was questioning Izzy as she lay on the rocky ground. It had brought her back to the surface, carefully cocooned in its protective mana shield.

“No, little one, we haven’t in a traditional sense. I’m not native to this reality, but I was once bonded to one of your kind in my own universe. The connection you feel with me must have something to do with that.” She said.

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Izzy looked over the spirit. It reminded her so much of her own when they first met. He was small and dark red with patches of orange that rippled across his form.

“Interesting, though, for me to already have the name Lodern, I wonder if it’s deeper than that. We mana spirits are born from the raw energies of the universe, usually through a planetary seed, but that isn’t always true. Would you be willing to tell how your bond was severed?” The spirit asked.