Several hundred kilometers away from Philip, Gerald found himself standing atop a coral, gazing at the expansive coral reefs stretching out before him.
His gaze had been downcast ever since he arrived at the Sea of Nothingness. How could he not be? No matter how much he tried, he couldn't control magic. In addition, he hadn't even made a contract with the flute due to his clumsiness.
All he had was the meager status of a dreamwalker, which he deemed useless in such an event.
Of course, he likely understood how the Blue Moon event worked. If the first segment, 'History Remembrance,' catered to the mentalists, all other segments would be advantageous to other professions.
This was probably a way for the Blue Moon to make everything as fair as possible.
However, even if he understood it, he still found it difficult to digest.