The longer the time passed, the more uneasy Ronald felt.
From the water level around the islands, there was nothing extraordinary about the sea level rising or falling.
So where had the islands that should have been visible gone?
It was hardly possible that the man-made gods and their ilk had the leisure to blow up these islands one by one as they passed by, right?
As he passed by, Ronald hadn't noticed any lingering signs of powerful spells.
Even if Ronald and his companion had arrived a few days after the man-made gods' group, this phenomenon shouldn't have occurred.
Ronald's brows were tightly knit.
Seeing his companion's expression, Bapulor couldn't possibly ask any more questions about the color of the sea water.
"Ronald, does that look on your face mean you've discovered something?"
