It was a yearning for greater Power.
"When will I be able to reach such a Realm…" Ian murmured to himself.
The appearance of this phantom image meant that Aisala's true body was undergoing a deep fusion with the Rules of the Wizard World.
But this was still not the end. The true transformation lay in the qualitative change of the Soul and the Rules.
But this would take time.
And indeed, for the next three months, the strange phenomenon above the Silver Moon Highlands entered a relatively stable period of gestation.
The emerald nebula revolved around the sky-propping phantom, day and night without rest.
The life and Rule Fluctuations they emitted continuously radiated outward, transforming the Silver Moon Highlands and the surrounding areas.
More and more plants underwent benign mutations, giving birth to Magic Plants with faint traces of Magic Power.
More beasts gained sentience, even forming several primitive Beastman tribes that worshiped the World Tree as their totem.
