"Ah, it seemed Sixth Ring was nearing his end. Perhaps this was his destiny..."
With an almost inaudible sigh, Green had originally intended to immediately urge the Cosmic Great World to proceed with the construction of Sky City. But because of the Sixth-Ring True Spirit Wizard, he would have to put those matters on hold for now.
"Damn it, he's already in this state! Why not have him leave the Wizard World as soon as possible? If the elemental energy inside him explodes now, even you won't be able to do anything about it. The destructive power would probably be no less than a Cataclysm in the Wizard World!"
Even Little Eight could sense the oppressive force from another corner of the Wizard Continent. After freezing for a moment, he urged Green to consider it.
Whoosh!
The Day-Night Wings behind Green's back, strengthened by the rules of the Wizard World, gradually spread open. They seemed to merge into one with the Robe of Appearances, whose multicolored runes flickered between light and darkness. One side was light, etched with sun patterns; the other was darkness, gleaming with moon patterns.
As he sped at full speed toward the region of the Sixth-Ring Holy Tower, Green cast a sidelong glance at Little Eight on his shoulder.
His gaze was sharp, carrying what seemed like a merciless warning.
"Hmph! The Wizard World is the home of wizards. Every wizard who bears the Wizard's Will has the right to experience life, death, illness, and pain in this home. That is freedom. As the Wizard King, my duty may be to build a better Wizard World, but the very foundation of the Wizard World's existence is the freedom of wizards! Sixth-Ring True Spirit Wizard is now in the final despair of his life, filled with endless