The moment the ground began to shake, Kroya had already extended all his mental power and magic underground.
He was certain this heralded an eruption of magic from the underground magic vein-why else would it erupt just after the octopus crawled out?
So when the ground shook, Kroya appeared to do nothing, but his magic had already regulated and taken control of the turbulent magic pouring from the underground vein.
"There's quite a lot."
He sensed it, frowned, and took out his gopherwood harp, gently plucking its scarlet string.
"~"
Soft, soothing music flowed out.
As he played, even the earth and nature became his listeners, and naturally fell under the influence of the Quiet Little Serenade.
The raging winds and relentless snow around him gradually subsided, turning from a howling blizzard into gently falling snowflakes.
The magic that had been about to erupt underground also calmed, finally flowing out like spring water. It streamed toward Kroya, soon forming a creek of pure magic.
Only then did Kroya realize just how enormous this flow of magic was. It was certainly above level one, and during the process, he also sensed something below.
A very familiar fluctuation.
After regulating the magic flow, Kroya put away his gopherwood harp and looked at the ground. With a slight curl of his finger, magic immediately flushed the object below out into the open.
It was a dazzling streak of blue light.
The instant it appeared, the octopus stared transfixed.
It stretched out its arms, but dared not snatch that treasure in front of Kroya. It could only peek at it furtively from behind him, unable to conceal its longing and disappointment.
But Kroya had no intention of paying it any attention now.
He reached out, caught the burst of light in his hand, and