Eight months later.
Elegant Serenity Studio. The Wizard World had never had a school with a name like this before; even these few obscure wizarding characters had been newly created.
This was a remote little town in a wizard academy district on the outskirts of the Five-Ring Holy Tower, with a population of roughly thirty thousand. It was precisely such a town that Green had chosen for his private meeting with Sylvana.
Huff, huff, huff...
His heavy breathing sounded as though he were laboriously lifting his feet through a dense heap of wriggling worms, terrified that one careless step would crush several. Green was doing everything in his power to maintain a one-hundred-percent energy-control seal. It was even more arduous than an ordinary battle, as if he were carrying a House of Cards while walking.
Panting, several beads of sweat actually slipped down beneath Green's Face of Truth.
In every direction, all ordinary humans within several hundred miles of Green stood completely motionless. Green's pressure easily encompassed the entire town and its scattered surroundings. Within his aura, time itself seemed to have entirely frozen for these lowly creatures.
Gently, Green sat down on a chair, only for the chair beneath him to melt away soundlessly into a pile of ashes.
After glancing at it with his tri-colored eyes, Green frowned. With a light wave of the Truth-Balance Magic Staff in his hand, a low-grade magic stone turned into ashes. At the same time, the ashes beneath him reformed into a wooden chair, restored through balance.
Sylvana, seated opposite him, saw all of this.
Mature and composed, graceful and dignified without losing her beauty and charm, Sylvana wore a blue-gray wizard robe. A bald eagle stood on her shoulder as she praised, "A one-hundred-percent absolute control seal over your power, and