Backlash

Green meditated in peace. Meanwhile, in the Wizarding World, undercurrents stirred across the entire East Coast.

Since the School gathering, the Extreme School's Wizards had made almost no effort to conceal their movements. Nor could they have. Building three Medium Wizard Towers at once, coupled with resources being moved on a massive scale, was enough for the entire East Coast to sense that something was amiss.

Though the School's Wizards shared an unspoken agreement to keep it quiet, an operation on this scale could not remain hidden for long, especially with prophecy Wizards around.

Before long, the entire East Coast knew the Extreme School's goal.

A brand-new world was enough to make every power on the East Coast green with envy.

The Six-Ring Tower, the Nature School, White House Academy, Dollhouse, Silent Academy, and the Soul School. The powers behind these six major forces began quietly making their moves.

Will, the only one who knew the World Coordinates and its orbital path, found himself in trouble.

Inside the Three-Ring Wizard Tower of the Six-Ring Tower, the Extreme School's three pillars—Will, Dennis, and Trak—sat together, their brows furrowed.

"So every other power has its eyes on us?" Dennis asked Trak first, his voice heavy with worry.

"That's right. From what I've heard, if most members of our School weren't elites with a place in the major powers, and if we three old fellows weren't still alive, they'd have lost patience and attacked us already!"

Trak's expression was grave. Death Soul's Hand was a force he controlled alone, and its intelligence division was entirely in his hands. The information had come from there, making it highly reliable.

"The war over the Forest Fairy World yielded vast resources. Every power saw the profits to be had. What's more, the world Will discovered follows