Mortals have changed too much in the last years. To think there were still beings who could see him and still talk with such disrespect. Or maybe it was the fact that he had not felt like leaving this small temple for too long. It had been built by his children long ago. Now, there was no one left to visit him.
How many centuries had it been since he had created these vast mountains in order to create a paradise for them? It didn't matter. They had all left him in the end. Ignis felt reflective as he watched the small elf take care of the human. Or rather, the half-spirit. A curious condition that could only come to be with the intervention of a great spirit.
Ignis sniffed the two and the strong scent of a water spirit came from the little half-spirit and a faint wind scent from the elf. The half-spirit was deeply loved by many spirits. However, there seemed to be a corrupted essence wafting off her stomach. He moved his head lower and pressed his nose against her swelling stomach.
