Sitting on the back of the Gale Bird, Mcgee looked at the ground and was curious to find that more than half of the place where the vast sea used to be had retreated.
New islands had appeared... and even... continents.
"What is this?" Mcgee's face twitched. In the past, he was just a member of the survivors, struggling to survive.
Now that he had a certain level of strength, discovering the world of his subdued beasts was beyond his understanding.
"Is there a problem?" The Snow Spirit Fox noticed Mcgee's surprise and asked in confusion.
"Of course there is. The formation of the continent takes at least tens of thousands of years. How could it appear in two days?"
"That's because you look down on the ability of 'God' too much."
What the Snow Spirit Fox said made sense. Indeed, the world of survival for familiars could not be understood in common scientific sense.
