Chapter 1389: The chosen one I

The elf, ancient as mountains, old as the sky, raised his slightly moist hand, and then used it to wipe the tear off his face. In that sensation from touching the grass the elf, Freman, felt something extremely core to his entire existence - something he had been deprived off for a very long time.

Overcome by a sudden bout of mania, the elf did something that his partners - and basically anyone of Arra-kiss - would consider insane. He took off his boot, and without waiting, stepped forward into the lush, green grass.

The ground on Arra-kiss was more than just hot, though it could cook an egg in under a minute. The constant exposure to the star of the star system, which was abnormally active, caused an overabundance of Yang energy to be immersed in anything the starlight touched for too long.