Is it the natural elements that have granted you power, or have you granted power to the elements?
This question lingered in Ethan's mind for a long time. When he wanted to pull the earth element aside for more clarification, the little yellow potato had already burrowed into the ground, dragging the wind element off to play somewhere.
Ethan fell into deep thought.
He wandered aimlessly along the cemetery of Ximu Town, a place perpetually shrouded in mist. Unconsciously, he wandered into a deep, narrow path.
Thinking back, every time he ascended with the elements, it coincided with some crucial timing, and the Elemental Elf responded to his inner thoughts during these significant moments.
