as the sea became shallow
White crystals are exposed to the surface.
At first, it looked like coral or rock salt,
Every time the water thunders, the crystals grow finely.
The dryer stops his feet.
"This is... It's alive."
At that moment.
A pile of crystals takes shape and rises.
Salt-relic
Remains of ancient spirits encroached on salt crystals.
The center of the body is empty,
Thousands of layers of salt are hardened on the outskirts.
Every step of the way
New crystals multiply in the area where the sea water touches.
Naid lifts the sword.
"If you cut it... It's harder."
Let's start the first fight
The crystal fragments are scattered and rather grow in size.
The salt layer connects again.
The moment the seawater splashes,
Saltrellic's legs are fixed to the floor.
The dryer immediately judges.
"Not water"
Tie it with the soil and the wind."
The crossbow is ringing.
A penetrating bullet mixed with stone powder and earthy spirits
Pierce the joints of the salt-relick exactly.
The salt layer splits
An empty core inside is revealed.
Naird whispers low.
"This is not a spirit...
It's the tomb of a spirit."
You said you didn't like spirits, did you?
Yes, we're just stubborn
He's trying to figure out the rank and stuff. He's trying his best
Since I'm giving him lessons
I'm the kind of person who makes a lot of noise
The sword doesn't burn the water
It flies through the air.
a blow in which the wind and sound waves overlap.
breakthrough
The moment the nucleus broke,
Salt-relic subsides like it's falling apart
Salt crystals scatter like simple rock salt.
But the sea does not get quiet.
The dryer raises his head.
"It's not one."
The salt crystals
along the waterways leading to the terminal
It begins to happen in a chain.
The whole section
It was Saltrellic's graveyard.
Naird picks his breath.
"This road...
There's no end when you break through head-on."
The dryer reloads the crossbow.
"Then let's break down the road and walk by."