Magnus watched Palhouse leave. After estimating that Palhouse had gone far enough, he once again spread his Divine Sense to its maximum range, searching every plant and blade of grass inch by inch.
According to my calculations, the Invisible Mist should appear here within the next two years. Magnus thought to himself.
As he searched, he also recalled the past. Before reaching Paragon, he had once searched for this treasure, too. But the Invisible Mist's formation was difficult to predict. He never found it; instead, while searching, he had accidentally grasped the final sliver of the Laws of Fate's essence and successfully reached Paragon.
The Invisible Mist usually formed around plants, which was why Magnus was searching them so carefully.
Unfortunately, even as a Paragon of the Laws of Fate, I can hardly predict something like this accurately. I can only hope to find it. Magnus understood that well enough. After all, even a Paragon of the Life Law or the Death Rules could not bring back someone whose soul had been utterly destroyed.
Palhouse left the Yao Si Continent and sped toward the open sea. He slowed only when he spotted an island almost entirely covered in pink.
"This must be it. Umbridge's headquarters, Pink Island," Palhouse murmured.
As he spoke, Palhouse swung his arm. As his elbow moved back, wisps of water vapor flowed into it, merging with his divine power.
He had already made up his mind on the way. Since Umbridge was the best choice and he was acting on the Chief God's orders, there was no need to bother with courtesy before force. Better to go straight in and catch her off guard.
Palhouse threw a punch. A vast quantity of water molecules shot toward the island at incredible speed. The defensive magic array that