She opened her arms and tried her best to control the chaos lock on her chest.
The cadence of the chanting sounded between heaven and earth, as if it was a ballad that had been passed down in the wilderness and deep mountains since ancient times. It was so beautiful that it was enough to make the sirens cry and the elves feel ashamed.
As the magic power that was almost condensed into a substance continued to gather.
More magic ice fell like hail.
Streams of seaweed spread upwards from the sea wall.
They were like a pitch-black stairway.
It was placed between the sea wall and the endless starry sky.
Seaweed connected heaven and earth.
Perhaps very soon.
Everything that happened there would become a myth or legend.
However, all of this was just the phenomenon of heaven and earth produced by the divine mage when casting spells.
Isabelle didn't care.
