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Genta disappeared. The reason behind her disappearance was difficult to figure out, but for now, no one in the team really cared to know. They were all busy reaping the benefits of the great amount of roots that she had left behind, and Genta had spent most of her time here yelling at everyone anyway, so no one really cared if she never came back. She was a great stepping-stone for everyone’s progress today, and so they were to remember her as a great old mage whose mere willpower alone changed several, or potentially tens of lives for the better good. However, they’d also be happy to never see her again.

Soon enough, Garry was done leveling up, so he stood up and swam away from the farm. He sat close to Arvena, and tried to balance the sheer amount of great, euphoric emotions that the roots gave him.

“At whit realm did ye git to?" He asked.

“The sixth one,” She answered.

Impressed, he said, “Och sae you’re a stoatin, Expert Mage noo huh? That’s gey crakin'!”