"You're injured?"
In the Phantom Color World, Sol was surprised to find Floco badly wounded—so badly that he wouldn't recover for years.
[Yes. I encountered a very frightening enemy. If he hadn't suddenly let me go for some unknown reason, I wouldn't just be badly injured now. I would be dead, my soul completely wiped out.]
No wonder Sol had suddenly gained a great deal of Fate Power from Floco yesterday. Floco's fate had truly undergone a huge change. He had nearly died.
"Your strength is at least at the peak of Tier 4. Who could have wounded you?"
[Someone you don't know, my lord. He was already a Tier 5 Wizard a hundred years ago. Later, he left the Wizard World and seems to have been doing well. He just hasn't advanced to Sixth Rank yet.]
Sol slapped his forehead. "The Wizard World already has the corpse of a Sixth Rank being. Now there's a Red Worm capable of injuring the Star Eye, and another powerful Tier 5 Wizard has appeared. This world is getting more and more chaotic."
Shaya had once again fallen into his usual pessimism.
[Lord Sol, shouldn't we consider leaving the Wizard World with the people from the Star Gate Council? I feel like this place is going to be destroyed any second. I'm on edge every day, afraid I'll wake up tomorrow and find that the world has already ended.]
Sol stood on a platform in the Phantom Color World, looking up at the ever-changing colors of Deep Space and the Silk Threads twisting and coiling overhead.
"Actually, all these new developments might not be a bad thing. We never had much confidence in defeating the Black Tide anyway. With the Red Worm and a mysterious Tier 5 Wizard, perhaps we have a better