Dole looked at Elreya. This girl had been reacting pretty quickly lately—she was finally using her head.
"Look, focus on whichever aspect you want. I focus on the lightning attribute, so I'm a little weaker when it comes to the secondary attributes of ice."
Elreya immediately understood. Dole's focus was sea storms; he had come here to observe the storms of the Far North as well.
Sea storms and the storms of the Far North were vastly different. One emphasized momentum—the rolling, thunderous force of lightning—while the other emphasized the added effects of freezing and the physical damage of ice and snow. Each had its own merits, but both contained energy that was practically inexhaustible.
Both placed emphasis on reserves of magical elements.
No matter which one she wanted to comprehend, she should first get her hands on it.
She nodded, then relaxed a little. "All right, then I'll have to trouble you during this time. I'll leave Rock and the others to you."
Dole nodded.
He had always been the one looking after the three children, so doing it alone now made no difference. It was also a good chance to take them out and broaden their horizons.
Babel Tower slowly started up and headed inward.
Beneath an enormous iceberg.
A gaunt old man dressed in snow-white robes looked around.
Suddenly, he turned his gaze to one side. The reflection of a Wizard Tower appeared in his eyes.
The Wizard Tower's energy level was extremely high, and it showed no restraint at all, forcing its way straight into the Far North.
The old man found it interesting. Further in lay the territory of the Far North Storm Spirits. Even he could only gather some Far North specialties within a thousand kilometers of the outskirts.
Who was this person,