On scorched earth ravaged by flames, and enshrouded by fog for countless ages.
A legendary mage descended here like a deity.
Fremay restored her original form, adorned with deep-sea jewelry imbued with special magical power.
The magic robe she wore, shimmering with mysterious runes, particularly caught Herbert's attention.
The robe's color resembled the deep abyss of the sea, or perhaps an endless starry sky, with each rune containing profound secrets that flickered faintly with her movements.
Her expression was serene, her eyes slightly luminous, like brilliant stars. In her deep gaze, myriad runes flickered.
She raised high the magic staff in her hand, made from coral stone and exuding powerful magic, with a pearl the size of a fist embedded at its tip.
This magic staff was something Fremay crafted yesterday from materials taken from the seabed. Its effectiveness might not match the best staffs of the past, but it could still serve a purpose.
