Nari's voice had already come from behind:
"Child, you're preparing to leave, aren't you?"
Her perception was incredibly sharp, having long detected the turmoil in his heart.
Countless tendrils slowly extended from every corner of the palace, gently wrapping around Ron.
"Yes, Mother..."
Ron did not evade:
"I need to return to the Main World for quite some time. There are important matters that must be dealt with, possibly requiring half a year, if not longer."
Although mentally prepared, Nari's tendrils trembled uncontrollably.
Hundreds of eyes, varying in size, grew dimmer, losing their previous brightness.
The temperature of the surrounding seawater dropped sharply due to her emotional fluctuations.
Some sensitive Abyssal Creatures, feeling the sorrow emanating from the depths of their souls, began to swim away uneasily.
Even those beautiful luminescent corals seemed to sense something, their glow weakening.
"So long..."
