He used one Tier-7, two Tier-6, and fifteen Tier-5 Oblivion Spirits alongside half of the Tier-7 resource—Celestial Astral Root to first resurrect Alfred.
The Spiritual Weaving Room trembled.
Eighteen Oblivion Spirits drifted forward at his will.
One was the echo of a thunder-horned leviathan whose roar once split a battlefield in two. Another carried the condensed stillness of a glacier-born tyrant, its presence cold and oppressive even in death. One shimmered with molten veins beneath obsidian scales. Another flickered like broken mirrors, space folding faintly around its outline.
All of them had been apex predators in the previous games.
Almond extended his hand.
Threads of pale gray light descended from above, piercing each Oblivion Spirit and drawing them into the central loom.
The two Tier-6 spirits resisted faintly, their forms expanding as if unwilling to dissolve.
The Tier-7 spirit pulsed like a star.
Almond did not suppress them.
Instead, he wove.
