Perhaps time truly could smooth over everything in the world.
No matter how dazzling the light, how violent the energy, or how thunderous the sound.
It would always gradually fade as time passed.
The magic of twenty-three Wizard Kings was naturally no exception.
As the natural gale howled past.
They discovered that the Ice Prison World Confessional, the Doomsday Martyr, and the vast ice sheet stretching dozens of kilometers in every direction that Edward had created had already vanished without a trace.
The entire sky immediately returned to its original appearance.
Only the thousand-meter Ice Prison World warden still stood between heaven and earth.
Clearly, it alone had endured the aftermath of the massive explosion.
But none of the Wizard Kings present had any interest in a giant block of ice.
All eyes were fixed on the area shrouded in dense white smoke.
Because that was where Bullet had been.
The oppressive atmosphere made many people hold their breath without realizing it.
"Hm?"
Conrad raised his brows, surprise appearing on his face.
Because amid the gradually dispersing smoke, he saw a strange earthy-yellow color.
Very quickly.
More and more of it came into everyone's view.
It was a massive construct of yellow sand.
The pitted scorch marks proved that it had endured the bombardment of quite a few spells.
Its overall outline somewhat resembled some kind of round-bodied magical beast?
The Wizard Kings could not recognize it, because it was Shukaku's form!
The expressions of some people immediately darkened.
It seemed Bullet had been saved by someone, and that person's strength most likely far exceeded their imagination.
After all, anyone present.
Including Conrad, Jester, Edward, and Princia, lacked the confidence to do so under those circumstances.
To save themselves while protecting someone else.
Unless it was some kind of spatial