"At least this world is trying to control my overflow of power," William muttered to himself, before turning towards the horizon, "let's fix what that bastard did."
As he felt better after entering this world, he didn't risk losing control over his power again. So, he started to summon these wheels, repeating what he did before.
This time things went much faster than before. He didn't know if this was thanks to the insane amount of spirit power he had or because this world learnt from its past experience and detected the faulty wheels faster.
William didn't care about the reason. The moment the damaged wheels appeared, exuded black light, and he started to say the words that'd repair them.
The moment he said this set of words, and the world around changed. The stars vanished, and if felt like a higher power was descending on top of his head.
Copious number of clouds began to aggregate all over the world. These were pure white clouds, but he felt they weren't normal clouds. When he thought a thunderstorm would erupt, these clouds showed lots of big holes, each releasing thick rays of golden lights.
The lights fell over him, over his wheel, over the normal world's wheel, and covered also the faulted ones. As this happened, and amidst his surprise, these lights started to gather as if they were dragged by a magnet, all shining over the damaged wheels.
When that happened, these wheels started to shake. William didn't want these wheels to get destroyed, or else lots of things in that world would be lost. Not to mention the fox would have its way in another method, and on his own hands on top of that.
Yet he didn't know how to stop the light rays from damaging these wheels. While he was in the middle of such a dilemma, the wheels started to show cracks.
They were fine at first, but they were still cracks. "Damn! I want you to fix them, not to do what that bastard failed to do and destroy everything!!" William couldn't control himself anymore, raised his head high and shouted, shouted towards whatever higher power was interfering in this process.
He knew he had no power to do anything, except for cancelling the entire process and then restarting all over again. However, he didn't even consider doing this, as after all redoing it wouldn't prevent this world's higher power from trying the same thing again.
He hoped his words would kick some sense in that higher power's logic or mind or something. Yet even with his repeated shouting and cursings, nothing changed.
The rays of golden lights kept hammering the defaulted wheels, creating more cracks, spreading deeper the already existing ones.
At some point, William lost all hope to change what that higher power was adamant to do. He started to seriously consider retreating, looking for other ways to save his life and others, save the world from the curse it was suffering from.
Yet when he tried to leave, he was startled to notice that he couldn't. It looked as if this Mystic Art started out something, something that was far beyond anyone's living in the lower realm's abilities to control.
It was like someone opened the summoning gate, bringing forth a scarily terrifying monster, one that he couldn't control. Even if he tried to cancel the gate, he wouldn't succeed as it already fell in the control of this monster.
And now it was up to that higher power to decide what was going to happen. Would it complete what that fox started, ruining everything, and letting a new world start over after killing all lives within, or would it let things pass without any harm or deaths.
William couldn't tell, but from the many cracks spreading all over the black wheels, he knew things were heading for the worst indeed.
"Screw you!" William got nothing but curse out loud, curse at whatever higher power resided above this realm and controlled this miraculous world. He was going to lose his life anyway, so what was the risk in enraging that higher power? Perhaps he'd shift its attention away from the wheels over to him.
Yet that higher power felt like it was only interested in these wheels. William couldn't tell if there was something wrong in the scrolls he read before, something that he got wrong and wasn't meant in the way he understood.
Or else how could this Mystic Art that should have helped him repair the world ended up in bringing forth a force that'd destroy it?
He got nothing in his power but to stand idle and watch what was happening. He didn't know if these wheels' damage would accelerate the destruction of that world or not. But he could tell the end result would be quite bad in either way, in any possible scenario.
The assault of the golden rays lasted for a few hours. At first, William saw the dense cracks spreading, and he already imagined the shattering of each wheel.
It happened as he thought and envisioned, but the end result was a bit different. The cracks spread, then after five hours, the first few wheels that got hit first, with smaller diameter than others, shattered under the number of cracks on their surface.
Just before they crushed into nothing, the cracks spread all over it, making William feel like there wasn't a single piece intact out there. As the shattering process occurred as he expected, a flash of bright golden light erupted from the hearts of these wheels.
There were no wheels anymore, and all of sudden a flare of golden fire appeared in the centre of the places these wheels just took minutes ago. These fires released rays of light, taking the form of chains, each headed towards every single shard of these wheels. And then they started dragging them slowly, taking them back to where they initially were.
"What's going on?!!!" William saw this and knew something new was happening.
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