Feya whispered, "Maybe it wasn't set up specifically for me, I just happened to be there, and that's my 'luck'."
"Huh?" Nanali didn't understand what Feya was talking about.
Feya raised her other hand and chanted in an abstruse language:
[﷼][Fire]
A slight burning sensation emerged from her hand.
But Feya saw no flame.
Was her vision being blocked?
Many elves also noticed this.
"The lights won't work!"
"Where are the servants, the lighting spells? Who knows how to use them?"
"I used a light spell, and there's still no light!"
"Everyone, come this way, let's go back downstairs the way we came!"
Under the leadership of someone unknown, all the elves ran back the way they had come, and soon there were few people left inside the hall.
Feya and Nanali could only follow them.
Nanali pinched the token she had always kept in the palm of her hand.
She herself was a Tier Four, taking the "Emerald—Wanderer's Route" provided by the Mother Tree, now a Tier Four Nature Singer.
