At the top of the Bronze Tree, there is a huge hole, from which water continuously flows downward.
The water drenches the Bronze Tree, trickling down its branches into the stream beside it.
"We're here. Up there is water; you might not be able to adapt," the man looked up at the top of the Bronze Tree and said to me, "Give me your hand; it might hurt a bit."
"Alright." I thought to myself that he might be about to engrave the Snake Seal on me, so I extended the palm that had been inscribed with the Snake Seal to him.
The man grasped my wrist and, seeing the Snake Seal on it, chuckled, "I meant to engrave the Gill Grass Spell on you, but it seems you already have it, although its effectiveness has expired."
With just a light squeeze of his slender fingers, I suddenly felt as though my breathing was obstructed.
When gills grow out of your neck, breathing becomes difficult if you're not in the water.
