In the past, when the Black Tower Stigma Sorcerer set out, lounging around, the Slave Legion surrounded left and right, sneering coldly, overlooking all beings with the arrogant, fierce, and brutal demeanor of the Ancient Wizard, anyone who slightly opposed the Wizard's Will would be destroyed in the most dark and merciless manner, with evil majesty and iron-blooded rule. Wherever they passed, the barbaric natives cowered and feared, and they were subdued with cooperation.
Today, seated on the throne atop the Summit of Sky Mountain, Green, though surrounded by remnants of the Ancient Wizard, was distinctly different, his wise and profound Three-Colored Light Eyes blinked frequently, and respect filled the air between his fingers.
"Kekeke, Guardian, have you decided whether to side with the Wizard's Will or Skynet?"
