After weaving a movement capable of soothing the ocean into the symphony, Tredan felt as though he were struggling through an endless ocean of rain. The Merfolk Tribe's innate affinity for water was completely useless.
Every drop of rain carried boundless sorrow.
He walked on, tears streaming down his face.
He simply could not stop crying.
And that was with the help of the Void God's spirit intelligence grass. Without it, the endless sorrow would have defeated him long ago, assimilating him completely.
"Where exactly is Father?"
"...What is this?"
Tredan had far too many questions, and even felt a little frightened. In his eyes, although his godfather lacked his biological father's legendary power to shake the seas at any moment, his godfather was still far stronger.
"Hm?"
As he puzzled over this, an ocher-colored power suddenly surged toward him from the side. It was weaker, but flowed without end, like the steadfast earth.
"Thicksoil Potato Elf?" He looked over in surprise. Sure enough, a larger Thicksoil Potato was struggling through the curtain of rain with a string of little Thicksoil Potatoes behind it.
A peculiar melody surrounded them, seeking to return everything to "normal." Like Tredan, they were working to restore the symphony.
"Come over here!" Tredan called the moment he spotted it, sharing some of the Void God's blessing without hesitation.
Only then did the Thicksoil Potato Elf find things a little easier. "Thank you," it said gratefully.
"It's all right."
"Can you sense where Father is?"
If they remained here under this constant assault, even the Void God's forbidden spell could not protect them for long. They needed to find Kroya as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, the Thicksoil Potato Elf shook its head helplessly. "I can't sense Father either... But he should be in the deepest part."