"Who are you!?"
Woldeman's face twisted in terror. Viciously shaped vines unfurled behind her, her eyes bloodshot as she shouted at a mechanical puppet, assuming a defensive stance as though facing a deadly enemy.
The magical fluctuations from the wand in her right hand had nearly reached their limit, while her left hand slowly moved toward her waist. Green knew that was where she kept her life-saving single-use items.
For it to be this urgent, what exactly was happening?
Green's Stigmata Soul within the mechanical puppet looked toward the place that had terrified Woldeman, sensing with every ability at his disposal. Aside from a faint absurdity stirring in his heart, there appeared to be nothing unusual. The waters lay empty, broken only by the occasional bubbles of earth-lung gas.
Linked by perception, Green's true body hidden within Waterflame Mountain breathed slightly faster, seeming somewhat tense.
Green knew that the Time objects around Woldeman must have reached the limit of what she could endure. The phenomenon of Superconducting Time had begun to appear around her.
A mysterious phenomenon that remained strange and unknown even to Stigmata Wizards was, to a half-step Time Level-3 Great Wizard, as terrifying as ghosts and monsters to an ignorant mortal. That was only natural.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
This trusted wizard under Green was exceptionally formidable as well. To have stood out from so many Demon-Hunting Great Wizards, she naturally possessed some extraordinary methods. At some point, countless plant seeds had formed a hexagonal cage, invoking the sealing laws of energy isolation to envelop that empty stretch of sea.
"Die!"
Woldeman roared. Her once fairly attractive face was now consumed by terror and savagery, her limbs flailing wildly.
A large-scale destructive sorcery swept through the area, wiping out more than a dozen mechanical puppets that