Lathai, the possessor of the elven crown of air, felt disgusted as he flew back towards the elven city. Using blood taken from the Twilight King the Spirit Tree was able to replicate a perfect copy of the lesser being. Although the body couldn't actually use any of the Twilight King's powers it was a flawless replication. It could even mimic the energy signal produced by the bonds with other beings, for stealth and infiltration there was nothing in all the nine kingdoms or beyond that could match it. In Lathai's opinion, it was too perfect for as the spirit piloting the Spirit Vessel it felt far too real. Unlike the wooden giants used for war, there was a disconnect between spirit and body. Right now Lathai felt none of that, he was for all intents and purposes the Twilight King as his spirit occupied the faux body.