A series of willow branches, like rope bridges, connected the ancient castle's ramparts with the green ocean below.
Demons roared, laughed wildly, and howled as they charged along the paths opened by the willow rope bridges, launching themselves at the defensive magic array of the Black Prison Castle.
Spells exploded like fireworks, blossoming with bright colors between the verdant and white mist.
The keiform flight land was covered with the air roots and branches of the Great Willow Tree, and as far as the eye could see, it was lush and green. The wizards on the city walls seemed as if they were back on Buji Island, gazing out from the school's tower towards the Silent Forest.
Above the flight land, the white mist gradually dissipated, and the Iceberg stood tall amidst a sea of trees, resembling an island in the sea; the remaining three large ships faced in three directions, floating above the countless swaying willow branches, as if anchored in a green ocean.
