As far as the eye could see, prismatic radiance spread outward.
Everything in the Wizard World before him seemed draped in a layer of prismatic sunset glow, dreamy and hazy, breathtakingly beautiful, stretching to the very edge of the horizon. Even Green's tricolored eyes of light could not help but grow somewhat dazed at that moment.
Green knew that he was falling from the real world of matter and energy into an illusory world.
Gradually, the True Spirit Sorcerers around him vanished within the prismatic light, while Green was like a drop of water, helplessly carried along by the current amid Distortion.
Whoosh...
Ethereal black smoke replaced his perception of elemental energy. This smoke ought to have been energy gathered from certain negative emotions. Whenever large masses of black smoke converged, they formed savage, bizarre ghostly faces, only to dissipate for no reason a moment later.
This black smoke possessed the power to wound one's emotions, baking the restless agitation of forgotten feelings within the heart.
Green continued sinking into deeper layers of spacetime amid ceaseless Distortion. The surrounding black smoke grew denser and denser, until Green burst through the mouth of a ghostly face formed from the smoke amid spatial distortion. Boundless dark negative emotions enveloped him, as though they were subconscious remnants preserved from the childhoods of countless ordinary beings.
There had been a time, perhaps a certain stage in life, when these beings had been violent, hateful, and weary of the world. Yet in the end, as they grew beneath society's rules, they matured and gradually became the very ones who controlled those rules.
Yet the negative emotions they had once harbored had not disappeared.
They became a kind of energy akin to inner demons, lurking within this illusory world. Whenever the defenses of people's emotions were