Biranssen Wilderness World.
On the ice field swept by biting cold winds, Saine had just emerged from the laboratory in the Magic Tower. Standing by the window, he took in this world wrapped in silver and locked in ice and snow.
Ever since dozens of Wizard Civilization's Space Fortresses and numerous experts above Level 4 had descended upon this low-level plant-element plane, Biranssen Wilderness World's temperature had dropped day by day.
To the south and east of the plane, volcanic eruptions, forest fires, and other natural disasters occurred without cease.
It was said that, some time ago, a colossal ravine stretching tens of thousands of meters had split open in the west. Calling it Biranssen Wilderness World's First Rift Valley would not have been an exaggeration.
To the north, heavy snow fell in flurries. The area originally covered by the ice field had expanded threefold in a short time.
And that figure was still constantly rising.
When Saine and the others had first arrived at the Northern Ice Field, they had only been at its edge.
But now, judging by the ice field's overall coverage, Saine and the other Wizard World Combat Legions were already in the central region of this vast ice field.
The disasters belonging to Biranssen Wilderness World continued to unfold and spread.
No one knew when the disaster-stricken Biranssen Wilderness World would finally welcome true peace.
As the liaison representative between the Wizard World and Biranssen Wilderness World's homeland beings, Saine had met with Bai Ling, the guardian of Biranssen Wilderness World, more than once during this period.
Even the Level-4 lifeform of Biranssen Wilderness World—the Biranssen God—had been willing to offer him a portion of its origin tree heart, begging Saine to put in a few words and lessen the disasters currently facing Biranssen Wilderness