Wisps of green smoke slowly rose.
Looking out over the distance, the Wizard Continent was littered with ruins. Columns of smoke rose from between ravines, seemingly blasted deep underground by concentrated energy beams. One after another, they gradually merged into the dark clouds high above, casting everything in a dim, oppressive gloom.
After enduring the metal robot legions' invasion during the War of Civilization, followed by this war for supremacy between elemental wizards and mechanical wizards, the Wizard Continent's ecology had steadily deteriorated. Countless low-level creatures had gradually gone extinct. Now, wizard apprentices could learn about the knowledge involving these lesser creatures only through biological specimens from ancient wizard laboratories and classical books.
Generation after generation of wizards had been the same. Had Green not once sighed over those extinct ancient creatures as well?
"Ah... the elemental wizards have been defeated. Who knows what will become of the Wizard World?"
The current patriarch of the Erlun Wizard Family sighed.
Even as the patriarch of a wizard family, with a certain degree of authority and vision, he could not help but feel small and insignificant before the Wizard World's grand current situation. Unable to influence the overall tide, he could only drift along with it.
"I thought that once we survived the War of Civilization, the family would rise again. I never expected the chaos between elemental wizards and mechanical wizards to shatter our plans once more. Elder Angeleina, do you have any good suggestions? Where should we go from here? The family's survival and decline rest entirely on our generation!"
The family patriarch was merely a Level 2 wizard.
It was clear that, in order to fulfill the previous patriarch's dying wish, survive the third War of Civilization, and revive the Erlun Family, Patriarch Moer had exhausted every effort. His