And Byron also harvested countless scapegoats and Pathfinder Stones.
Time flew by amidst chaos and disorder, and before the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed, fully entering the rainy season of the Bantaan Archipelago.
BOOM! RUMBLE... RUMBLE...
The rain poured down, and thunder rumbled overhead from time to time. Empowered by the copious moisture, the Source Tide between heaven and earth became extraordinarily active.
Even the naked eye could see many translucent Storm Elves with bird-like wings frolicking and playing amidst the thick, lightning-streaked clouds.
In the natives' legends, they were called Thunderbirds, a common sight atop Totem Poles.
[Thunderbird Warriors] were also the most powerful kings among all Beast Spirit Warriors.
Unfortunately, in such a Low Magic World, unless they were fortunate enough to find a suitable habitat in time, their lifespan would likely only last the duration of a storm.
"What perfect weather," Byron mused.
