Thanks to the Friendship Pact he had formed with the Orpheus Oak, Kroya could clearly observe everything the oak saw-and, of course, hear the Cardinal's orders.
Although he was confident that his eternity magic would never lose its connection, no matter where it went, the slight blurring of the image after the oak entered the Yavana Sacred Mine still struck him as wrong.
Without another word, he headed into the waters surrounding the Voidmoon Divine Tree, used his magic as a connecting wire, and wound the other end of the Friendship Pact around one of the divine tree's branches.
That transferred the task of supplying magic from him to this wondrous tree. It held all the magic he had accumulated, so even if something really did go wrong, he could easily intervene.
Once he had finished, the trembling image finally returned to normal. He sat in the Moon Sea, surrounded by little creatures such as sea spirit dolphins, jellyfish, and sharks, watching the image formed from magic with them-
Mycelium and spores covered the entire world.
Both the rocks and the earth were completely blanketed in spores and mycelium, which quivered faintly in the air. The gray haze alone made it feel hard to breathe.
Fortunately, the Elven Divine Vessel was remarkably powerful. Even this hostile environment could not halt its advance.
Multicolored magical light formed all manner of spells, forcibly blasting open a path. Even under the combined assault of spores, mycelium, and the Insect Race, the vessel remained spotless.
By all rights, this should have been the Orpheus Oak's moment of glory. The oak was slaughtering enemies left and right. After six hundred years of silence, making such an entrance was something to be proud of.
Yet the longer Kroya watched, the more uneasy he became, because of