"How can I set you free? Are you not just a spirit now?" he asked.
"It is simple, Your Excellency. Please give me a place to stay within your soul. Once I find a worthy vessel for soul transplantation, I will leave."
Vexa's spirit form appeared instantly, her tiny hands on her hips, her face forming an expression of pure annoyance.
"Master's body is mine alone. You cannot stay here, you big pretty lizard," Vexa said.
Tiamat glanced at the little purple flame spirit with quiet curiosity.
"Such a strange little lifeform. Is it your Sword Soul, Your Excellency?" she asked, completely ignoring Vexa's protest.
"Hey, hey! I was talking to you, rude old lizard!"
Adonis placed a finger on Vexa's lips, quickly silencing her.
He then looked at Tiamat. "You may take shelter inside. However, you must never peek outside or emerge without my permission. Understood?"
"I understand."
She sounded genuinely happy.
