As Ashura departed and the Abyss Gate closed, the raging waves in this deep-sea region gradually began to settle.
Green stood in the skies above this sea. Though his Truth-Balance Magic Staff had yet to take shape, even the Dimensional Sphere alone was sufficient to influence the operation of the Wizard World's natural laws with its boundless might.
This was already Green's second year since returning to the Wizard World. Over these two years, he had observed the changes in the Wizard World from the position of an overseer. At the same time, aside from the Thanksgiving avatar, Green's true body had continually visited certain special wizards whose abilities he valued, spreading some of his ideas and painting a beautiful blueprint for the Wizard World's future, hoping to gain their support.
All of this waited only for Green to become a True-Spirit Wizard, so that, upon the foundation of the Wizard Ancestor's rules, he could establish an era of the Wizard King that belonged to him!
"Come out. You know that even if you could hide from Ashura, the Abyssal Blade, you could never hide from your master's Face of Truth, which sees through the essence of all things."
Abruptly, Green spoke so calmly to this empty expanse of sea.
After quite a while, black flames that blotted out the sky and covered the earth gradually emerged from the shadowy clouds. At the same time, bizarre and absurd phenomena appeared—dark crimson fur formed one twisted monster face after another, slowly transforming from dreamlike nothingness into reality. A figure carrying a dark crimson furnace, restrained yet unyielding, emerged beneath the Dimensional Sphere.
This person was Green's second disciple, the Nightmare Purgatory Stigmata Wizard, Black Isotta!
So Green had come to this sea not because of Ashura, the Abyssal Blade, but to