The pile of fire attribute magic crystals soared into the air, forming a crimson crystal stone torrent, crashing into the tall white fog wall.
Ronan watched as the fog wall quickly receded, and the entire mist space expanded rapidly.
Through years of continuous expansion, the mist space now covered an area of several dozen hectares.
Now, with Ronan's generous infusion of magic crystals, this space was growing rapidly.
In a short time, it had grown more than ten times its original size.
Once the fire attribute magic crystals harvested from the Realm of Departing Fire were all exhausted, what lay before Ronan was an unimaginably vast black plain.
Ariety stared blankly at this wide new land, her mouth agape, utterly stunned.
Who would have thought that her initial wish was just for a small room of her own, where she could help Ronan keep it spotless every day.
