At present, Mitra, Sisley, and Dame Sharon were all floating high in the air with a clear view of the battlefield.
The power of the talisman that blocked all physical force had rendered even the gravity trying to pull them downward completely useless.
Hidden within the talisman’s sphere of influence, the three looked down on the battle with worried expressions.
The Blue Sea…! Just as that fellow said, that truly does appear to be Galazia Thalassa. An ancient dragon that vanished a thousand years ago has suddenly appeared—just what in the world is happening?
A short while earlier.
Lord Manta, who had carried Mitra’s group in his mouth while swimming against the tsunami, had taken them out just before plunging into the battlefield.
[This is where we part. This… will be our last farewell.]
For some reason, Lord Manta looked relieved as he spoke.
The time had finally come for him to completely set down the crushing burdens he had so painfully endured.
“Old friend, you…”
Mitra trailed off, his expression complicated.
Fortunately, during their journey here, he had been able to speak at considerable length with his friend.
Time inside a mindscape was governed entirely by the mind of the caster and flowed at a somewhat different rate from reality.
Thanks to that, Mitra had managed to have a reasonably proper reunion with his old friend, and this time he was able to accept their parting with comparative calm.
Suppressing the emotions surging painfully within him, he offered his farewell in a trembling voice.
“Then… go well. Buuu…