What was a miracle?
Surviving a disaster.
Being cured of an illness.
Finding a way out of despair.
This was despair amid disaster.
Even though they had survived, some people were still dissatisfied.
What the Wizard King intended to show them.
Was a complete miracle.
And, more importantly, a genuine demonstration of Wizards' goodwill to the world.
"All Is Well."
His wand rose as the incantation rang out.
The warship on the verge of collapse stopped.
With the Wizard King at its center.
Everything seemed to run backward in time.
Collapsed pillars rose again, and the water that had flooded in returned to the river.
Shattered glass returned to the windows as though a recording were being rewound, leaving not a trace of damage on the clear panes.
Ruined turf grew back, and damaged cars rapidly restored themselves and returned to their original positions.
The roads showed no signs of damage.
At the center of it all, John was like the conductor of a grand orchestra.
He waved his wand, making all the damage Greenwich had suffered vanish in that instant.
This was far more astounding than the sight of an alien spacecraft.
The vast expanse of Greenwich looked as though it had never been invaded.
The sky was still just as blue. The enormous Dark Elves Warship rose and hung motionless overhead, like a sword suspended point-down.
All this grandeur came from the Wizard in the silver mask.
Even the most relentless fault-finders could not say a bad word at that moment.
Compared with the losses caused by the Battle of New York.
Greenwich's losses were zero.
Even a sheet of paper damaged in the library had been restored.
If not for the enormous Dark Elves Warship still floating overhead, people might have thought it was an absurdly beautiful