Another fire sign shimmered across Vivianne's body, glowing faintly beneath her skin like molten gold, another sign of her bond with another spirit king. The air rippled with heat, and in a blink, Undine and Tempest appeared in their smaller forms.
Both turned toward the source of the disturbance, giving a collective scoff when Afrit materialized in a burst of flame beside them. The fire spirit king, once towering and fierce, now took on a mischievous shape: a small ember with a grinning face, hovering midair like a flickering will-o'-wisp.
Undine folded her tiny arms with a splash of droplets. "Another dramatic entrance," she said, her voice bubbling like a stream.
"He should've put drama in his name instead of Afrit," Tempest muttered dryly, arms crossed, the faint sound of whirling wind in his tone.
Afrit's eyes narrowed, his flames flaring as if to grow larger in protest. "Careful, windbag, or I'll dry your precious water next," he barked.
