They sang and danced, slaughtered sheep and cattle; the city was exceptionally lively.
Dole stood atop the municipal building, gazing northward.
Atop a towering peak in the North Plains Mountain Range, Dragon Bat kept its head slightly lowered as it looked toward Albis City, doing its best to restrain its subordinates.
It was the New Year—if he went down the mountain now, Dole would chop him up and feed him to the dogs.
He glanced back into the mountains, displeased.
Another Magic Beast had recently advanced to Level Seven. He was no longer the only Level Seven.
More importantly, Albis Mountain had gained another Level Seven—a wizard named Donnie. The North Plains Mountain Range now had to act entirely according to the other side's mood.
Man and Dragon Bat exchanged a glance. Dragon Bat lowered its head, then quietly retreated into the mountains.
Satisfied, Dole vanished from the roof of the municipal building.
Inside Babel Tower, the wizard array had long ceased emitting its various lights. Dole had tossed all manner of components onto the floor and was attempting to modify it anew.
Those several medium worlds within the Light Divine Envoy's consciousness were too far away. Even now, he had yet to locate them; the wizard array simply was not advanced enough.
He had no choice but to redesign the wizard array several times, yet still could not find them. It left him feeling rather ill-fated, and at one point he even wondered whether he had taken the wrong path.
Just then, a crisp voice came from outside the laboratory.
"Dad, you're not taking a break even on New Year's?"
Dole set down the component in his hand, slowly rose to his feet, and looked toward the door with a smile. "I'm resting, I'm resting. New Year's is a