Upon hearing this, Fisher turned his head to look at the shore where the small boat was docked. The ruins there had become so corroded by some strange substance that it was impossible to discern their original materials, resembling the uneven texture of sea coral. Renie stood up from the boat and tentatively stepped onto the remnants to see if they were stable, waiting several seconds before standing firmly.
"Here will do; this was once the center of the Holy Land. Projecting from here will likely allow you to interact directly with the Angels. Although the World Tree could help you too, it cannot move its massive body an inch, so everything is essentially managed by the Elves. They follow a rule called 'etiquette,' which prohibits overstepping boundaries, so it's quite troublesome... In contrast, Angels are much purer."
