Green's Thanksgiving clone, as the Wizard World's Fifteen-Ring Elemental True Spirit Wizard, had set out with the Demon-Hunting Expedition legions.
A compassionate, sorrow-for-the-worlds disposition might be considered broad-minded within the Wizard World Cluster, but in the Dark Great World of the Demon-Hunting Expedition, such hesitation when decisive action was needed was truly excessive. Compared with the other True Spirit Wizard war generals, the Demon-Hunting Expedition legions under the Fifteen-Ring True Spirit Wizard were deeply dissatisfied, resentful of his indecision and all his negotiations and compromises.
Crackle! Crackle!
Rain pattered down beneath the gloomy, oppressive dark sky.
Yet after a scarlet bolt of lightning tore across the heavens, the Fifteen-Ring True Spirit Wizard, who was soothing the native creature legions atop a highland at Light Spirit Fortress, seemed to sense something and looked up into the sky.
The Fifteen-Ring True Spirit Wizard's gaze pierced the dense clouds and crossed the vast heavens, discovering the uninvited guest beyond the Blood Moon hanging high above.
"Master, what has happened?"
The tribal elder conducting the treaty-signing ceremony noticed the Fifteen-Ring True Spirit Wizard's abnormality. His murky four eyes lifted from the leather contract covered in rules and clauses, and he asked in confusion.
Leaning on a bone-fang staff, the elder's gaunt body was bent nearly ninety degrees, yet he still towered far above the wizards. Behind his massive frame stood a squad of formidable warriors, their faces unyielding as they refused to give ground against the Saint Mark Wizards around them, who were suppressing their displeasure.
"Speed up the contract process. Stop haggling over those insignificant details of minor benefit. This is already the limit of what I can offer! You must understand, the wizard legions did not come here to dispense charity. My philosophy of integration and coexistence is not accepted by mainstream