A materialized world shaped by spiritual force!
The moment Green entered the Wisdom Teapot World, he felt something incomparably familiar—the grotesqueness of the Ruined Tower where the Black Isotta Wizard Academy had stood before the Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard's fall.
Dim motes of light drifted through the sky, slightly brighter than the darkness overhead. Beams of searchlight shone from the colossal Pumpkin Tower in the distance.
Drip, drip. The gloomy rain falling from the sky was somewhat oppressive.
"Damn it, it's his own spiritual-force world. Why does it have to be so sorrowful and stifling?"
Little Eight shook the feathers on his body. The droplets scattered from his brilliantly colorful plumage, only for another misty layer of moisture to soon settle over it. Green silently cast a protective barrier over Little Eight.
"Elder Fool likes rainy days like this. They help him settle his mind and think."
With his round belly thrust out, Guliwan hummed a strange little tune as he trudged step by step toward the towering Pumpkin Tower atop the distant mountain. As he walked, he splashed through puddles with his tiny feet. There was none of a ruler's majesty about him—he was simply like a child.
Green's feet silently lifted from the ground, and he drifted after Guliwan toward the Pumpkin Tower that cast out beam after beam of searchlight.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Light rain, heavy rain, I am the lightning, I am the storm! Oh, oh, oh, oh..."
Crackle!
Pale green bolts of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating a white-robed scarecrow flying circles around the ghost-faced Pumpkin Tower. It sang to the gloomy rainy sky, drinking in the rain in intoxication while going "Ah moo, ah moo," and eating mud. It was utterly mad.
Within the brightly lit Pumpkin Tower, shadowy scarecrow figures passed