The moment he saw the drifting sand, Modir's face filled with indescribable astonishment. Clearly, these dust-like particles with their peculiar "appearance" had left a deep impression on him. And when he saw them responding to Amber's guidance as if alive, the look he gave her became increasingly strange—who knew how many speculations flashed through the Great Adventurer's mind in that instant? In the end, he gave Gawain a deeply admiring look.
Gawain: "...?"
"As expected of someone who can follow by your side," the old mage suddenly said. "I had thought my own unbelievable experiences were already worthy of being written into a book, but now it seems... such strange and mysterious things may not even be worth mentioning in your eyes..."
"Ah, you may have misunderstood that," Gawain said, immediately catching on and waving a hand. "Her sand is..."
He stopped halfway through, because he suddenly had no idea how to explain Amber's peculiar nature to this Great Adventurer he had just met. After thinking it over, he decided the other man probably would not understand the concept of a "free Chosen One" either. He could only gloss over the rest. "Her sand is not the same dust you have seen. The specifics are a little unusual—but it is indeed related to Shadow Divine Power, so it may help confirm the changes that occurred in you."
As they spoke, the grayish-white grains of sand, flowing like water, had already risen into the air and begun circling Modir under Amber's control. Compared with the first time she had summoned this dust, Amber's control over it had clearly improved greatly. Not only could she control its appearance and disappearance, but she could also make it undergo complex transformations. Meanwhile, the Great Adventurer surrounded by the dust became somewhat nervous. The old