A Corner of the Divine Kingdom, a New Follower

The Witch Crows of Miklagard had waited for years, hoping that half of their deity's authority would one day return.

The first exception they discovered was that Ryan had arrived before the deity's authority.

The second discouraging fact was that they suddenly realized that the half of the deity's authority meant for survival and revival seemed to have been eaten.

As a result, Kledar did not communicate with Ryan for quite some time.

The three-masted Crow Ship sailed back toward the Blue Sea Archipelago. Well, there probably was no Blue Sea Archipelago anymore. Ryan had seen it clearly: those island-sized creatures had all burst apart among the tentacles. The sight had been spectacular.

Where the Blue Sea Archipelago had once stood, ships of all sizes now lingered, carrying villagers and all their belongings.

On the Crow Ship, Furia and the others had returned through the Planar Gate. Their eyes were brimming with excitement. As soon as they approached the small boats, they jumped down. Ryan heard Furia loudly and excitedly talking to the others about "land" and "mountains."

Several Witch Crows landed on the ship's masts and discussed where they should go next.

The Blue Sea Archipelago was gone. They needed a new place to settle, whether for the ordinary villagers or themselves. None of them could stay soaked in water for long.

Ryan's legendary hearing was naturally excellent, and the Witch Crows had no intention of hiding anything. From their conversation, it seemed they had long since decided on a destination.

They had found a way out even before this battle.

"Winter in the Northlands of Miklagard has briefly stirred and revived. Though Kael's soul is dull, he should have sensed it. At a time like this, he will no longer insist on the differences in our beliefs."

"Besides,