Althea's POV… Somewhere far across the Stagnant Sea…
The mana rain had fallen again two days ago, and the land was still absorbing it. That was how it always was in the days following a fall.
The grasses along the open ground between the fortress and the tree line grew visibly taller, the soil darkened and steamed faintly in the mornings as the golden mana seeped deep into the earth. And the beasts that had survived the convergence chaos that always accompanied a mana rain had retreated back into the forest carrying more power in their bodies than they had arrived with.
They would emerge again on the third day, drawn by the next accumulation building in the chaotic sky overhead, and the whole cycle would repeat.
