"They'll still take a few days to reach the borders," said a Union Magus as he gazed at the map on the table.
"Yes, but the winged devils?" another one asked, nervousness evident in his voice. "They should reach our battlefield quicker."
"Indeed." A Magus nodded in acknowledgment. "It's going to be difficult for Mana Vortex Magi and weaker to fight—"
His words were abruptly cut off when he felt a sharp pain radiate from his chest. The Magus lowered his head, his eyes gleaming with shock and fear.
He saw a curved dagger jut out from his chest. Blood stained his robes and continued to spread outward. And then, with a sickening crack, the dagger twisted viciously.
That was the last thing he saw before pain engulfed him, followed by eternal darkness.
"Rami!" Another Mana Core Magus roared in anguish as he watched his long-time friend die before his very eyes.
