In the past, when the Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard marched to war, he lounged at ease while slave legions looked about with cruel, savage grins. With the arrogance, ferocity, and brutality of an ancient wizard, he looked down upon all living things. Any slight resistance before the Wizard's Will would be crushed with the darkest mercilessness. Fierce majesty, iron-blooded rule—wherever he passed, barbaric natives trembled in fear and submitted alongside their subjects.
Today, seated upright upon the throne atop Heavenly Mountain, Green carried traces of an ancient wizard's shadow, yet he was utterly different. His wise, profound tri-colored eyes blinked frequently, and every gesture of his fingers and palm radiated authority.
"Jie jie, Guardian, have you decided whether to submit to the Wizard's Will or Heavenly Net?"
His casual words were accompanied by the long, delicate, pale fingers of his left hand tapping against the icy throne atop Heavenly Mountain. "Ding, ding, dang, dang." His fingers appeared utterly forceful, yet when they struck this ice peak frozen by the most brutal cold, they produced crisp metallic reverberations, one after another, as though pounding directly upon the heart of the old lizard leaning on its cane.
Strands of World Force converged as snowflakes danced across the sky. The old lizard, barely twenty centimeters tall, stared at that expressionless figure and found it hard to breathe.
This was a wizard—a terrifying wizard from the deepest reaches of the Wizard World, powerful enough to utterly destroy the Heavenly Mountain Sea World!
Now, the life and death of the Heavenly Mountain Sea World rested upon a single thought of his!
Even with World Force gathered around him, before the Wizard's Will, the Guardian felt incomparably insignificant. The World Force could clearly sense this wizard's terror. He was like a colossal mountain holding up the