"Roar..."
Abyssal Blade Ashura roared alongside the True Body of the Ancestor of Humanity, swinging the several-thousand-meter giant blade wreathed in billowing black smoke. The land of the Wizard World seemed to grant the True Body of the Ancestor of Humanity some special enhancement. As the smoky blade attacked, the earth itself aided the assault—mountains and ground surged thousands of meters into the air, then crashed back down.
Far away, the wandering wizard Sylvana watched the unmatched majesty of the True Body of the Ancestor of Humanity. Within her illusory true body of rampaging lightning, black eyes, and smoke, several glimmers of clarity gathered.
"So this was the supreme power of the Wizard World's abyss body-refining wizards—the True Body of the Ancestor of Humanity? It could actually strengthen the body to such a degree, like those creatures from foreign worlds. Abyss body-refining wizards, Nightmare Wizards... the Wizard World had changed far too much. I had thought it would decline into ruin from there."
As Sylvana reflected, she recalled the terror she had felt when searching for the Wizard World in the past, fearing it had perished after the Abyss War. Later, when she heard news of the Wizard World, she had been filled with unease. If the Wizard World had declined, how should she conduct herself?
Yet after returning to the Wizard World, she had seen the establishment of the alliance, the Demon-Hunting Expedition plan, and the rise of a new generation of wizards...
Unable to describe her feelings, Sylvana said in a low voice, "It seemed I needed to use some methods as well. I couldn't let these younger wizards look down on me."
Muttering thus, the wandering wizard Sylvana condensed a wisp of clear light from the dark clouds into the form of a snow-white infant. Her hands