Negotiations

I'd originally planned to summon a fire spirit and two earth spirits, yet the moment I began casting the arrays, the open gate overhead hijacked the spells again. It didn't take long for me to accept the change and work with the anomaly. The moment I did, the strain on my soul lessened, with the anomaly shouldering most of the burden and allowing me to focus on casting the spells. 

Within seconds, three armored ice spirits stood before me, each carrying a two-handed broadsword and standing close to ten feet tall. Their power levels were close to the peak of sixth–the absolute maximum I could sustain right now. Surprisingly, their faces and forms were slightly different from each other, though their 'souls' were identical. As I'd begun to figure out, they were simply extensions of the anomaly, a personification of its power. Perhaps it thought I would be more comfortable if its puppets didn't all look like clones.

It was right, and I smiled faintly at its concern.