There's going to be a one-day delay on the chapter. Sorry!(Any and all complaints should be forwarded to Valve. I'm a victim of the Steam summer sale.)Now I need 500 words to post, so ignore the rest of this. It's just a copy and paste from an earlier chapter. To Cal's knowledge, there were two types of spirits.Naturals were those who could come to life anywhere the magic was dense enough. After the Fall, they ceased to be born. For those existing, the concentration of magic in the world was thrown into chaos, and many found themselves tied to lands unable to sustain them. They either slowly withered away or were killed by ambitious parties.The other grouping was created by the gods and said to be more powerful than their counterparts. By all accounts, they had gone down with their creators.Cal couldn't peg which category this one fell under."Have some class; we've smited people for asking such intrusive questions.""Too bad you already blew your best shot at that."A few strands of hair drifted to the floor, having been cut by a blade of wind. Cal hadn't moved, knowing they'd not harm him.The Spirit's voice followed."Your lack of self-preservation is truly astonishing."Cal wasn't impressed by the childish display."What's astonishing is thinking that would intimidate me. We pretty much tore the building apart last time, and that was with you reinforcing it. We're fellow monsters; if we went at it for real, there's no telling what would be left standing. (...)