Little ruler of the world

ㅤ Once upon a time, there was nothing in the world. The void oppressed the great being, capable of performing miracles. But she was not yet aware of her own power. One day, she felt the urge to bring variety to this life. Blinking only once, she created a sketch of a world. A name came with it—Rieze Maxia. Having become aware of herself and her powers, the entity began creating left and right, filled with inspiration. She imbued a wide variety of forms with life. And sometimes she joked, silently laughing to herself. One of these jokes became piggits and rappigs, around which people argue. The crowning glory of creation was the spirits and humans, their invisible connection. For their sake, the entity took a name for ease of identification. Thus, the world was able to express gratitude to its creator—Maxwell. Lord Maxwell was always accompanied by four great spirits—his pride and joy, faithful guardians of the well-being of this wondrous world. But from time to time, those most unique and fickle of creatures—humans—do stupid things. The thirst for knowledge and ingenuity sometimes play a cruel joke, bringing both humanity and the entire precious world to the brink of destruction. Spyrix is ​​one such invention, from which the great Maxwell so desperately wishes to protect the human race. For this difficult mission, Maxwell took on human form. That of a young maiden, captivating the eye. And although her body is still small, even with it, Maxwell accomplishes great things. And to make this easier for people to perceive, this body was given the name Milla.

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A girl of about four listened to Undine, smiling. The spirit's melodious voice resembled the murmur of water. Occasionally, Sylph would add a few phrases, rustling like the wind. Milla's consciousness differed from that of the average human. Her mind was full of knowledge beyond childhood. However, she was still a child, so the four spirits told her stories, ingraining the importance of the mission in her mind. They knew the truth. They were merely following orders... "You have a difficult path ahead. But rest assured: we will always be there." "Of course you will!" Milla smiled broadly. "After all, I am Lord Maxwell!" Undine's caring smile tinged with pain and sadness. She gently stroked the girl's head until Efreet pulled her hand back. "That's right," Undine said firmly, "you are Lord Maxwell. And you have an important mission…" ㅤ