The salt-alkali land surrounding Newly Town was now a boundless ocean of green.
The earthy smell of the soil mixed with the fresh scent of the plants, creating a sweet aroma unique to a bountiful harvest.
"RAAAH!!"
It was unclear who shouted first, but it was immediately followed by earth-shattering cheers that erupted among the fields.
Tumo tossed aside his tool, his knees buckled, and he knelt in the still somewhat alkaline soil.
He grabbed a handful of dirt, clenched it tightly, then let it sift through his fingers.
He picked up a freshly dug, mud-caked Sea Salt Potato, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Grimy tears streamed down the weathered lines of his face.
'This land can actually grow food!'
Before, when Velin had used his bloodline talent to ripen the crops, they had been grateful. But in their hearts, they always felt it was a gift from the Lord, a miracle—something that didn't feel real.
