The Cerulean Tide continued its relentless surge. Yet, for some unknown reason, it did not reach into this withered forest where Andrew stood, so he was not in any hurry and waited patiently.

Rosemary's face remained icy cold, lost in her own thoughts.

Although their earlier conversation had not been pleasant, it had not crossed the line, nor did it warrant open conflict.

At the very least, neither of them had made a move.

Angels of Lomuia Grand Cathedral ranked even above cardinals in the