Another bout of swaying came.
The group, who had just steadied their footing, couldn't help but bend their knees a little again to brace themselves and steady body and mind.
Alka reached out and scooped Lucilia, who had slipped from his shoulder, into his hands.
If one looked from a macroscopic perspective, it would be clear.
The Sea of Moisture began its random drifting once more, but the Land of All Spirits that had separated from the Sea of Moisture was now firmly fixed in place.
The jolt just now had been the collision between the two, and might also be Their last point of contact.
A colossal structure of vines linking several real Islands together, a gigantic Island formed by that Combination, appeared upon the Endless Sea.
The Celestial Flower was now fully in bloom.
And the figure within it turned into a streak of flowing light that shot toward the sky and vanished without a trace.
The one who disappeared was precisely the Flower Fairy.
