His aura calm, Green gazed at the Abyssal Devil Race biological specimen in the experimental hut—a specimen that embodied his pride as a wizard and his supreme glory.
The Demon-Hunting Expedition was the very reason the Wizard Alliance existed after the Primordial War.
It was precisely because of the Demon-Hunting Expedition that the entire Wizard World had become more united than ever before, its conflicts eased and concealed.
From one perspective, modern wizards even had to thank these Abyssal Devil Race creatures for allowing the Wizard World to coexist in peace, united against external threats with its contradictions smoothed over.
Green could not imagine what complicated feelings he would have had if he had been born in ancient times—on one hand proud of the dark, powerful Wizard World that ruled as slave masters, and on the other forced to face infighting among wizards.
Fortunately, one defeat had allowed the Wizard World to write a brand-new history of wizards with a brand-new bearing.
It had already been four epochs since he arrived at the Penetrating Gate.
Forty thousand years!
As one of the undisputed terrifying old monsters hidden among the many settlements in the Dimensional Esophagus, the power Green possessed now had already surpassed the imagination of most Level 6 lifeforms. More frightening still, that power continued to grow at a steady pace.
However...
Medusa was right. Green did not have much time left!
Green's soul flame was not particularly vigorous. Even among Stigmata Wizards, it was relatively weak. By now, Green could clearly sense that his soul flame could last at most another two-odd epochs.
Of course, if he could accept a large number of sacrificial summons, he should still be able to barely extend his lifespan in the illusory world by another epoch or two. But no matter what,