Five years later, Centaur Wasteland World.
An endless barbaric grassland stretched beneath blue skies and white clouds, yet an ominous Blood Moon hung high in the heavens.
"Farther north lies the Eternal Frozen Soil. Every winter, the packs of snow wolves living upon the frozen soil follow the cold currents southward. While the harsh winter brings disaster to the centaurs breeding and surviving upon the wasteland, it also brings hope in the form of the snowmelt water needed when spring arrives next year."
Green accompanied the Listening to Secret Whispers Stigmata Sorceress as they wandered and flew through the Centaur Wasteland World.
"This is a small world I acquired from another Stigmata Sorcerer. It produces over ten thousand mature centaur slaves every year. Deep within the dangerous Corpse-Eating Thorn Thicket in the south lives a regionalized toxic miasma elemental creature. Its vitality measured 6022 during the last survey, so it should be the strongest life-form in this world at present."
"Vitality 6022?"
Wearing a tall white pointed hat, with a pair of illusory green wings of light behind her back and a magic staff radiating pale blue brilliance in hand, the Listening to Secret Whispers Stigmata Sorceress had bright eyes beneath her short black hair. More than three thousand years ago, she had been the Stigmata Sorceress Green first followed on his Demon-Hunting Expedition. Now, she had advanced to Rank Five.
Her words flowed like rippling water, gentle and elegant without losing their calm wisdom.
"Oh, through a special ability, this mask of mine can roughly assess the attack power that certain flesh-and-blood creatures and elemental creatures can unleash after passive evolution. It truly is rare for life-forms in these native small worlds to reach a vitality above 6000."
Beneath the Face of Truth, Green's two-colored eyes looked down at