Two days later.
"So cold."
Black Isotta murmured.
The Purgatory Flame began to weaken after drifting less than a meter from his body. The cold that seemed to possess consciousness clung to it from every direction, freezing it into ice crystals before it scattered away.
There was only the purest winter cold here, cutting off any possibility of energy being supplied to the world passage.
So long as the two worlds' energies were prevented from neutralizing each other, and there was no longer the inertia provided by the attraction of their original world coordinates, after a period of calm, the degree of spacetime overlap between the Wizard World and the Nightmare Bone Demon World would gradually decline until they completely separated.
"So beautiful."
The last immortal general puppet beside Sylvana had completely collapsed as well. She stretched out an arm, and energy wove a plum blossom at the tips of her fair, bonelessly delicate fingers. Yet it was soon frozen by the cold of this icy world into a cluster of ice blossoms, blooming alone in self-admiration.
She slowly bent down and planted the ice blossom in this continent buried beneath who knew how many hundreds of meters of ice and snow, whispering so softly it could barely be heard.
"Everything that once was has been buried beneath these rules of frost, becoming memories of the Primordial War and history for the wizards who come after."
Thump, thump, thump, thump...
Leaving aside those two wizards, Green and Mina stood high in the sky. A Flame Phoenix danced gracefully around them. As the Summer Guardian of the Wizard World, Mina needed to restrain her power as much as possible here, lest it affect the Winter Guardian's seal.
"Casting a sealing spell on such a massive scale has already exhausted her, even