Five years later, the Centaur Wilderness World.
An endless wild grassland, blue sky with white clouds, yet a blood-red ominous round moon hanging high in the sky.
"Further north is the eternal tundra, and when winter arrives every year, the snow wolf pack living on the tundra will migrate south with the cold wave. While the harsh winter brings disaster to the centaurs thriving on the wasteland, it also brings the hope of ice and snow water sources needed for the spring next year."
Green accompanies the Whispering Stigma Wizard, wandering and flying in the Centaur Wilderness World.
"This is a small world I obtained from another Stigma Sorcerer, producing over ten thousand mature centaur slaves annually. In the dangerous southern land of the Corpse Thorn Brush Belly, there is a regional Poison Marsh Elemental Creature with a vitality of 6022 detected last time, likely the strongest life form in this world now."
"Vitality 6022?"
