Shadow World.
A clearing in the forest, top floor of the wizard tower.
The Shadow Rat looked around nervously, seeing no trace of that dark figure.
"So this is what freedom feels like..."
Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed out.
A silhouette emerged from the darkness.
He wore the wizard robe of the ancient Shadow School of Thought.
Emitting a vast, boundless aura.
In his palm lay a piece of irregular, black substance.
It writhed and twisted, then slowly faded away.
"The path of the Shadow Net is simply too arduous; the Wizard Council managed to rescue me with great effort. Perhaps I should learn to compromise, take another path... Thanks to these hundred thousand years spent as a shadow, I possess the world's one and only shadow physique. Blessings and misfortunes are intertwined. Now, as I regroup, proving myself a Legendary Wizard shouldn't be difficult."
As for now, it was time to depart.
Return to Nora.
To meet Levi.
