"How is this possible?" Valindra asked, eyeing the nine primal spirits that flew around Zion's body.
"Are you related to an elf somehow?" Syrune asked, desperate to find an answer to the current situation. "Maybe a grandparent or great-grandparent?"
"Not to my knowledge." He admitted. "Is it not normal for something like this to happen? Aren't you Elves super into nature? To the point where you only eat salads?"
"We eat meat, Zion! Animals are also a part of nature. It isn't wrong for a lion to hunt a deer, so why would it be wrong for us to hunt a boar? Everything is nature, and nature can sometimes be cruel."
"Fair enough. So why are all of these spirits attracted to me?"
"Well, spirits do like people with high amounts of mana, and I know you have tons of it, so that can be a factor. But even then, nine spirits answering your call as a first attempt is something unheard of."
