The tide rolled in against the black volcanic sand, each wave dragging back out with a low hiss. Lake stood a short distance from the shoreline, his eyes fixed on the distant sea.
It had been a few days since he'd cleared the rift with Gwen and the others. His mana heart and veins, which should have taken several weeks or possibly months to recover on their own, had healed within days instead. All thanks to Sylph's insistence on personally tending to him the moment he returned injured.
He didn't even have to ask. She just grabbed him and dragged him off as soon as she saw him.
With his body back in working order, he'd spent the following days elbow-deep in research, setting up a production chain for the Mana Crystal Flower. His Gardener Role made the process smooth enough that a rudimentary line was already running at the Mystic Order's base.
