50 years later.
Eli was in the Tower when he suddenly seemed to sense something and looked out of the tower.
He could feel it. That race was here.
"I finally don't have to fight monsters every day!" Eli heaved a sigh of relief.
In the past 50 years, his curse had reached 60%. It should be known that he wasn't specifically going to kill the sea race. He would only attack if the deep sea race were not friendly.
He only made a move once every few years, but it had still accumulated to this extent. In any case, Eli felt that it was a little troublesome.
After all, he had once experimented with spells, but he was not that productive.
He quickly left the mage Tower and flew in the direction he sensed.
...
Eli was very fast, and he soon saw this sea tribe.
To be more cautious, he first observed from the sky.
It was fine if he didn't observe, but once he did, he was shocked.
