A day later.
The guardian had already departed. As a low-ranking guardian who had tracked them all the way from the depths of the sea, he belonged to the Spring Guardian's faction. Having left his own guarded domain for so long, it was time for him to return.
Thus, Green and the Evil Crystal Stigma Wizard continued onward, still searching for the source of that ominous absurdity.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Midair, Green and the Evil Crystal Stigma Wizard halted at the same time.
"This is Moonshadow Ring Wizard Academy."
In a low voice, the Evil Crystal Stigma Wizard looked down at the wizard academy that had been reduced to ruins, murmuring in pained remembrance. Clearly, he had once shared some history with this academy.
The wizard academy had been built atop a range of mountains. At the summit lay a vast, clear pool, and the academy floated upon its waters.
Now, however, fluorescent green pollution had turned it into ruins. The corpses and flesh had all melted away, leaving only miserable green skeletons and the wreckage of mechanical puppets, quietly strewn about.
Those miserable green skeletal remains all seemed locked in painful struggle. Some raised their arms high as if trying to claw at something, while others desperately clutched their own throats, as though gasping for breath. It seemed they had endured a long, terror-filled struggle before death.
Suddenly, the Evil Crystal Stigma Wizard turned his head. His eyes within their sunken sockets fixed on Green, who had remained silent for a long while. "What is it? Did you find something?"
Green nodded. The light in his tri-colored eyes flickered unpredictably, his pupils constantly shifting through all manner of forms. Within his vision, the structural framework of the entire mountain appeared in black and white. Patterns covered it to a depth