It was at that moment.

Crack.

Crack, crack!

A large crack appeared on the temple ceiling.

�Gasp! There�s a hole in the ceiling!�

He could hear the Elementals screaming.

Cale heard an odd noise at the same time.

Oooooooong- ooooooong-

The temple was shaking. Cale could feel the area shaking more than before. That gave him the confirmation he needed.

�It�s going to break soon.

The black mountain will explode.

This dead mana storage facility will explode.�

The temple shook once again as if to prove that this was indeed the case. The Wind Elementals started to get even more exaggerated.

�What do we do?! We don�t know how to purify dead mana!�

��I�m so sad. Sooooob.�

Some of the Elementals quietly started to look toward a person.

It was the only living person on Wind Island.

Cale Henituse.

He was staring at the hole in the ceiling.

��Wow.�

The marble had cracked and fallen off of the temple ceiling.

On top of that was transparent glass.

Cale could see inside the glass.

It was filled with dead mana. It seemed to be an endless dead mana lake. He felt as if he was at the bottom of this lake looking up. JrNovels.com