"Caw-caw-caw-caw, Green Beast, look who this is!"
The distortion of spacetime was but a fleeting blur to Green, yet for the many low-level Death Crows perched upon the Three-Legged Death Crow's back, even with the Three-Legged Death Crow protecting them with all its strength during the spatial-temporal jump, some discomfort still arose.
The entire Death Crows clan now numbered barely more than a hundred.
This level-six creature, the Three-Legged Death Crow, was now like a nanny, painstakingly caring for them all.
Leaning on the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff, Green's figure beneath the Robe of Appearances was indistinct. His absolute control over his power made him seem like an illusory shadow devoid of any life aura. Beneath the Face of Truth, his tricolored eyes followed the direction Little Eight pointed from his shoulder.
Snow-white skin, that graceful figure who was likewise gazing at him...
"Wandering Dandelion, Great Stigmata Wizard!"
Green's voice trembled slightly.
It had been so many years—tens of thousands of years for Green. Alone and solitary, he had not seen another wizard again. Even his memories of the Wizard World had grown somewhat blurred because of it.
Had Green not constantly reminded himself that he was a wizard, inheriting Peranos's Wizard's Will, he would likely have long since become one of the most terrifying monsters in the deepest reaches of the Dimensional Esophagus, living on in the legends of material-world creatures and feared by all.
"Annihilation Tower... Master!"
Though she had already heard Bahongni Weixi, Green's soul partner, reveal some information about him, seeing Green in person now gave her a nearly lifeless, illusory sensation—like being looked down upon by a higher order of life. Beneath her strands of hair, this Stigmata Wizard's eyes trembled unceasingly.
For Wandering Dandelion, all memories concerning Green remained fixed upon that final moment