They both glared at each other as specks of light started appearing inside the large structure. Butterflies of all colours arrived seemingly out of nowhere. They fluttered around aimlessly.
Aether scowled as took his eyes off of the Herald and took a better look at the spirits. They hadn't come with their usual, mostly ordinary forms. They seemed more ethereal now, closer to their real forms. Their wings gave off a soft light. Some pale, some vibrant.
"To me," He repeated, waiting for them to draw near so he could use some of their power to break this barrier that separated his mind from his mana. His words stirred the spirits. They aimless fluttering came to an end, and instead they moved around erratically. They approached him but paused and flew back a bit.