Chapter 111: Record of Regression (4)

A gap in the orbit connecting island to island, an empty place where magic dust floated in vain.

Sylvia sat on a pile of stones in that dark, vacant lot and stared into space. Caught by the gravity of the Floating Island and revolving around it, the flow of the rocks and mana was captured in her eyes.

Have you sorted out all your thoughts?

Rustle-

Idnik called out the question, taking a step closer. Sylvia nodded silently. A hawk landed on her shoulder, her more agile and sharper familiar. The panda was dozing, lying on her thighs.

Then what will you do?