Following the Valley Bay Sky-crafting Trickster along the way, Green flew slowly.
Surrounded by colorful flying butterflies, wherever Green flew, it was as if he was the center of the world. The brightly blooming flowers on the vast land of this great world greeted him, welcoming infinite beauty.
Little Ba stood on Green's shoulder, gazing around with wide eyes, seemingly having never experienced such a scene, embarking on a brand new life journey.
Yet at this moment, under the Face of Truth, Green's Three-Colored Light Eyes flickered, ending with a sigh.
"Although wonderful, it is not the path of the Wizard, merely the rules of the Trickster. And I am just a piece conforming to the Trickster rules, relying on them to create such beauty."
With a gentle wave, Green, with the absolute control of a Stigma Sorcerer over the Force of Nature, dissipated the Force of Nature surrounding him.
Instantly, all beauty vanished like smoke.
