Bell put on his act and ran off, leaving billions of people utterly bewildered.
Then at least tell us how to get to that Dalaran place!
This "dissatisfaction" reached its peak when people saw figures constantly flashing through the sky, collecting the strange projection devices floating in the air.
Some people shouted themselves hoarse. They did not know why they were shouting; they simply wanted to shout.
Others desperately denied everything they had just seen, their hearts filled with fear for the future. The worldview forged over long years had been shattered in a single day. It was only natural for them to feel lost.
Some were full of envy and jealousy, unable to let go of the fact that they could not cast cool magic themselves.
Some clasped their hands at their waists, desperately trying to fire a Kamehameha. Had these people gotten something wrong? Yet even when their faces turned bright red from straining, all they managed to squeeze out was a fart.
Even more people kept looking around, thinking everyone they saw might be a Wizard. Yet after one false alarm after another, they failed to find even a single Wizard.
It could be said that at that moment, from the governments of every country down to ordinary Wizards, not a single person remained calm.
It was foreseeable that because of Bell's reckless act, people's once stable and peaceful lives would be completely overturned. From this day onward, the world would move onto another track, one filled with the unknown.
Compared with the chaos below, Bell became completely free after placing the Floating Island in its pre-calculated position. He did not care whether the road ahead was an abyss or smooth ground. To him, the most important thing now was accompanying his little sister on an adventure