As the dragons soared under the heavens, their rebirth shaking the world, another fragment fell.
Unlike the others, this one was not made of land, sea, or flesh—it was pure essence, a fragment filled with elemental power, holding the last remnants of a forgotten god's spirituality.
It was a dying breath, the final trace of a deity who had long since faded from existence.
As it descended, the winds howled, the oceans churned, and the earth rumbled, as if recognizing the arrival of something sacred. When it touched the world, it did not crash into the land or sink into the sea.
Instead, it hovered.
The air around it shimmered, twisting as space itself split open, and from that wound, a new realm was born—The Spirit Realm.
It was not a place of mortals, nor was it bound by the same rules as Olympus or the Underworld. It was a realm of elements, where fire danced freely in the air, where rivers flowed without end, where mountains floated, untouched by gravity.
Here, the laws of nature were rewritten.
The elements, once bound to Gaia, now had a realm of their own, a place where they could grow, evolve, and take form.
And from the core of this newborn world, the first spirits awakened.
They were not gods, nor were they mortals. They were the living embodiments of the elements, creatures born of pure fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, and ice. Their forms shifted between the material and the immaterial, flickering like flames, flowing like rivers, standing like mountains.
This was the birth of the Spirit Race—a race of beings formed from the essence of the world itself.
Some took the shape of wisps, small and flickering, barely sentient.
Some grew into humanoid figures, walking embodiments of their elements.
And some, the most powerful, took forms as vast as storms, their presence capable of shaping the world around them.
The birth of the Spirit Realm did not go unnoticed.
The gods watched with cautious eyes.
The mortals felt the change, their magic shifting, their connection to the elements deepening in ways they did not yet understand.
And deep within the Spirit Realm itself, something stirred.
The last traces of the forgotten god—the deity whose essence had formed this place—had not disappeared. It fuse with one of the newly born ice spirit.
And as the spirit realm was being born. Nirvana, the daughter of Hephaestus who took the form of phoenix came to the spirit realm and made a nest there.