Chapter 248: Loss (3)

A windy island, with waves lapping up the beach, the salty sea breeze wound through the trees, and seagulls chirped overhead. The island of waves spread infinitely as each day passed, and the dead and the living forgot themselves in the Voice.

There I was walking with Sylvia.

The island is expanding day by day.

How did you know?

Today was a walk instead of a lesson. No, she asked for it, saying this was her reward.

But it wont be a problem.

It will be. If the island continues to spread like this, it might engulf the continent.

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