Desert Scorpion World.
The second blood moon hangs high in the sky, until three years later, when the ominous aura triggered by the Wizard's Will spreads to every corner of the world, the Space Fortress fully descends.
Whish, whish, whish, whish, whish...
The guardian sorcerers responsible for stationing in this world flew over, passing through the crowded passage opened by Demon-Hunting Sorcerers and Slave Monsters in the fortress, and several sorcerers filled with the aura of desert yellow sand arrived at the Hall of Stigmata, saluting the two noble Stigma Sorcerers on high seats.
Green's Three-Colored Light Eyes under the Truth Mask glanced at several guardian sorcerers, all Third-Level Great Sorcerers, tinged with rather rich local aura.
Several people seemed to feel considerable pressure, holding their breath, with some stiffness in their bodies.
