By now Harold had already grown used to the mysterious voice that occasionally echoed through the Spatial Farm.
Over the past several days, every announcement had brought changes that defied common sense, so when the mechanical voice declared that the space had extracted magical properties and strengthened its attack capabilities, he understood at once what it meant. No one needed to explain it to him.
The Spatial Farm had once again handed Sienna an unimaginable advantage.
From now on, as long as she held the Ghost Staff, she would be able to wield three completely different branches of magic—light, black, and earth.
On the Ark Continent, even being born with the talent to cultivate one magical element was considered fortunate.
