The great existence at the Elemental Terminus, Eldrin, had changed after Ryan came into contact with Chi.
Chi had not flooded Ryan's mind with massive amounts of pheromones, but the traces Chi left within him had indeed given him certain traits.
Or perhaps it was because of the Wind Mark.
Ryan had gained an affinity for the wind element, and wind was one of the primal sources of earth, water, wind, and fire that formed the world.
It could be understood as Ryan becoming closer to the origins of the Norris Continent and the Northern Lands.
He could more clearly sense the world's breathing.
In an Otherworld Plane, such an ability could be considered approaching a great Deity.
For mortals, drawing close to a great existence was not necessarily a good thing. Everything would be influenced by it; what Chi cared about would become what those near Chi cared about. This was the assimilation of mortals by a great existence. Ryan was enduring this land's unrest and feeling it as his own, which made him increasingly anxious. Disaster was coming.
"Spring waters warm, and ducks know first. This land borders the Northlands, so in a sense, was I the first to sense the Northlands Calamity?" At that moment, Ryan finally understood why those Orc tribes had migrated south on such a massive scale, even launching a second all-out war against the Empire before they had recovered their strength.
Ryan could still effectively control his emotions, but Orcs were wild. When they unleashed themselves without restraint, they followed their instinctive unease and fear.
Orcs could flee and migrate; that was nothing to them. But Ryan could not leave.
Upon the Snow Plains, Ryan looked north. Though he understood, he did not like this feeling.
"What can be done?"
It had finally