The speed of a Third-Level Wizard is naturally incomparable to when they were a First-Level Wizard.
In half a month, the Enigmatic Thousand-Headed Bird carried Green to the coordinates where the Wizarding World Spatial Fortress once descended upon this world. The remains from the former expedition battlefield are still present, with countless Wizard World slave monsters and Amonro corpses intermingled, forming an endless expanse of bones, telling the story of a heroic war that took place in this world thousands of years ago.
Of course, this world's brutal war is merely one of the countless expeditions for the Wizarding World, a small world in a remote corner, no different from other small worlds.
A gorge suddenly appears on the earth, a complete mountain range cut in half. This is clearly not a gorge formed by natural rules, but a war relic left by a single shot from the Wizarding World Origin Space Fortress years ago, eternally imprinted on the land of this world.
