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.

Once everything was ready, Fremay began to cast her powerful magic, murmuring incantations that flowed like ancient ballads from her lips.

Each syllable seemed to possess life, jumping, swirling, and dancing in the air.

With the intonation of the spell, the surrounding air began to ripple violently as if stirred by an invisible force.

On the nearby shore, calm waves gradually hovered upwards, transforming into streams of mist, swiftly flying in this direction.

Fremay sensed the changes around her, smiled, and took out the prepared materials.

They were two fist-sized crystalline blood orbs.

She mixed the two bloods together and then fused them into the pearl at the staff's tip, turning its color into a vivid red.

She waved the staff, and a brilliant and majestic magic power shot skyward from the staff's tip.

Legendary Magic: Weather Manipulation!

The beam of magic diffused high in the air, forming a huge semicircle which descended and merged with the summoned vapor, transforming into magically infused raindrops falling down.

Swish...

Herbert stood atop the scorched earth, smiling as he spread his arms wide, bathing in the rain, welcoming the gifts of nature.

And where those magic raindrops fell, transformations quietly occurred.

The scorched earth began a wondrous change, as the once-cracked land seemed gently caressed by soft hands, the fissures gradually closing, becoming smooth and level.

Just as Fremay had previously proclaimed, she was bestowing new life force upon this barren land.

If it relied solely on the legendary magic "Weather Manipulation," this effect wouldn't be possible at all.

The true efficacy lay with the materials Fremay used when casting the magic.

The holy blood made with legendary mermaid's blood, and the holy blood created with the High Tier pure Paladin's own blood.

Incidentally, Fremay held a slight doubt as to whether that pure Paladin was truly pure...

Is he really pure?

Is it my issue, or has this world's rule gone wrong?

With these two high-quality holy bloods added, the entire magic's attributes changed, and combined with her delicate control.

She successfully transformed the magic from simply large-scale weather alteration into small-scale comprehensive healing and purification.

This effect was better, but the intricate operation demanded more from the caster, and the magic's difficulty nearly rose by half a tier.

As rain fell, small puddles appeared on the ground, and then strands of green light emanated from the puddles.

As the puddles integrated into the scorched earth, those green lights seemed like seeds of life, quickly taking root and sprouting on contacting the ground.

Tender green grass shoots emerged from the soil, peering at this world, and grew at an astonishing speed, spreading into a lush green meadow in no time.

Then Fremay waved her hands, sketching a complex magic array in the air.

"Descend."

"Bring sweet springs here."

At her command, the golden magic array slowly descended onto the center of the meadow.

In an instant, the center of the meadow cracked open, and a refreshing spring surged from the ground.

The spring water flowed over the land, quickly spreading to every inch, nourishing the newly grown plants.

In a matter of moments, the barren scorched earth underwent a transformation, radiating vibrant life.

Fremay descended from high above, admiring her masterpiece, and couldn't resist showing a triumphant smile.

Hehe~

As expected, it has to be me.

That Valentina is just all show, no substance!

What is the meaning of only understanding destruction?

Creation is a hundred times more difficult than destruction!

A hundred times, understand?

Fremay was very proud of her masterpiece, and she craved acknowledgement from others—specifically, the one other person present.

Because Fremay wanted to sing, they had Sofia take the unconscious Steven aside.

For this reason, only the two of them were there, allowing Fremay to act more naturally and express her thoughts boldly.

At such moments, the mermaid lady wanted to act affectionate, yet pretended to be reserved.

She tilted her head slightly, with a barely noticeable expectation gleaming in her eyes, a subtle smile at the corner of her lips, seemingly inadvertently edging a bit closer to him.

In the end, she only saw Herbert immersed in joy, continuously praising the wonder of nature.

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