Thousands of kilometers away.
The busy port of South Wantina Territory was packed with people.
"Oh dear, how am I supposed to get to the meeting point?"
Sigrid retrieved her suitcase from Lost and Found, and some of her sense of security returned.
But she immediately faced a new problem.
The moment she stepped out of Lost and Found, the sea breeze on the skybridge tousled a few mischievous strands of her pale side ponytail.
Her amethyst-clear eyes narrowed slightly, their gaze shifting as if she were pondering where to go next.
This port was far too enormous. The interwoven maps between the upper and lower decks were nearly enough to make her dizzy.
"We agreed beforehand that someone would meet me at the passenger meeting point in South Wantina Port."
Sigrid muttered to herself, looking somewhat perplexed.
She had only just returned to the Real World from the Liminal Space of the Shadow World.
She was already used to the settlement results, so she skipped through them without looking closely.
In the end, she simply took the Magic Card from the orange light orb and left.
She had long since reached the peak of the eighth rank. Without faith power, she could not set foot in the realm of ninth-rank deities. Her greatest gain from the Shadow World this time was this Orange Epic-quality natural Magic Card—
Tears of Pope Porant II
Type: Spell Card
Quality: Orange Epic
Attributes: Healing/Enhancement
Rank: 8
Effect: Condenses and consumes the user's Mana and life force, causing the target to temporarily return to a younger state while restoring a huge amount of life. Cooldown: 135 seconds.
Note: The Divine Power condensed from Pope Porant II's long-standing prayers to the Moon Goddess. If she had mastered this spell sooner, perhaps she could have saved