"Fortunately, I'm no longer one of them, so I won't be unable to control my own destiny, even in the slightest, during the war."
Guarded by a large army, Green looked down directly at the slaughtered Wizard Legion, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.
A thousand people have a thousand stories of the wizard's path; perhaps they had the same opportunities as Green, perhaps their stories were more arduous than Green's, perhaps they had greater potential, but they had no future. This is the cruelty of the war of civilization.
If Green hadn't been promoted to Stigma before the war of civilization, the path of the Wizard would have ended here without the title of Stigmata Sorcerer of the Oblivion Tower, and he would have become one of the countless obscure wizards.
