Several mountains could be seen surrounding the rather large island, and odd flowers could be seen growing all over the place.

Regardless, the second Gerald saw the island, he immediately knew what that place was. It was Warhill Island, the place where the pledge of the holy water was getting held!

‘By this point, I’m sure grandpa and the others have long arrived there…’

Whatever the case was, Gerald now had a rough idea on how to use the Mackusion. Essentially, after communicating with it