The golden bridge extended by the Ring of Radiance soon reached the deepest point it could-the vicinity of the amphora.
It had rooted itself in the symphony like a malignant tumor.
The journey had been incredibly difficult.
Even with the legion of heroic spirits, Tredan, the armies of magical beasts and magic plants, and even the Ring of Radiance and Kroya's friends, getting close remained extraordinarily difficult.
The gray curtain of rain had already invaded the bodies of some heroic spirits. Their eternal magic was still resisting, but it could not stop the rain from seeping in.
The Ring of Radiance also felt tremendous pressure-the rain here seemed just like the "black sludge" in the River of the Dead that the Goddess of the Underworld had once inflicted upon him. Even the mighty power of the Ring of Radiance, the supreme treasure of space, could not destroy it.
He frowned deeply, feeling powerless for the first time.
Looking into the deepest reaches of the amphora, he suddenly shouted:
"Kroya!"
"You have to wake up!"
Everyone around him was stunned. This was Miya! Miya, who was always so calm and composed! To think he would resort to something like this.
It was... as though he had run out of options and could only shout encouragement.
After a moment's thought, everyone simply joined in. Together with the roars and peculiar sounds of the magical beasts and magic plants, their voices formed what could only be called a rousing chorus.
Unfortunately, those voices failed to attract Kroya's attention. Instead, they drew the attention of some "shadows" slowly taking shape within the rain.
They had only vaguely humanoid shells, their entire bodies formed from the rain. Boundless sorrow flowed within them as they slowly approached the group.
At the same time, they emitted a