[Two Days Later.]
[Far North, Old Court]
[Spirit World]
'Hmm.'
Akamir hummed softly, standing inside the glowing dome untainted by the corruption around it.
It pulsed gently around them, humming with a warmth that kept the rot of the world at bay.
The leaves of spirit herbs moved around the place, floating in the air.
The small glowing balls of light hid behind Akamir in fear.
Yet their form that had begun to take a humanoid form peeked their head curiously.
In front of Akamir lay one of the mimickers, his body mingled and twisted.
"How are you feeling?"
Akamir asked, looking down at it.
"I feel fine, my lord."
The mimicker replied, his voice respectful.
"Just a little lightheaded."
Akamir nodded as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
'Is exposure to pure spirit world not working?'
Akamir thought, glancing around the dome.
The mimickers were once fairies themselves who changed because of corruption.
