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The air was thick with tension.
The battlefield stretched endlessly—blackened earth, shattered trees, and skies filled with storm clouds. Lightning danced between them, golden and red, the sign that the old laws of magic were cracking.
Across from the Alliance stood Varn's army.
Demons twisted by forbidden spells, ancient beasts pulled from the void, and shadow creatures made of pure hatred. Behind them loomed Moryan—the First Demon—his presence making the sky darker just by standing still.
Between the two sides, silence.
Then…
A single horn blew.
The war had begun.
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Chirag rushed forward with the front line. Fire burst from his hands—not wild like before, but shaped like wings. He moved like a comet, striking down the darklings in his path.
Beside him, Kael wielded a hammer that glowed with holy light. He laughed in battle, not out of joy, but because he was finally free to protect what mattered.
Siya floated above, her eyes glowing. She was no longer just the daughter of a demon king—she was the Heartflame, a power of her own. Her magic moved like a storm—burning enemies, shielding allies, healing wounds.
Every strike mattered.
Every heartbeat counted.
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In the middle of the battle, Chirag saw a figure in golden armor—a god from the past who had betrayed them during the first god-demon war.
Now, he fought for Varn.
Chirag didn't hesitate.
Their blades met in a clash that cracked the earth.
"You fight like a god," the traitor said.
"I fight like someone with something to protect," Chirag replied—and with one final strike, he shattered the golden sword.
The traitor fell.
But this was just the beginning.
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Back near the Alliance tents, chaos broke out.
A group of Varn's spies had snuck in through shadow gates.
They attacked the wounded, the young soldiers, and the supply lines.
But they didn't count on one thing:
Aarav.
The young spirit user, once unsure of himself, now stood firm. With his guardian beast—a lion made of mist—he protected the camp with quiet strength.
He roared, and the shadows were pushed back.
Even the frightened began to believe again.
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Siya flew higher and saw something terrifying.
Moryan had raised a storm of nightmares—illusions so real they could kill. Warriors began screaming, seeing lost loved ones, their greatest fears, their deepest regrets.
Even Chirag stumbled.
He saw his father—cold and cruel.
He saw Siya dying again.
But then he heard her voice—not from the illusion, but beside him.
"I'm here," Siya said, holding his hand.
The nightmare shattered.
Together, they created a flame so bright, it burned the illusions away across half the field.
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Far above, the gods watched.
Some wanted to help.
Others hesitated.
But one, the goddess of Wind and Sky, stood up.
She looked at her fellow gods and said, "We cannot stay neutral anymore. We created this world. Now, we must protect it."
And with that, she dove down into the fight, her wings wide, her power vast.
Others followed.
The skies turned from dark to blinding light.
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By nightfall, both sides were bloody, broken, and tired.
But the Alliance still stood.
Chirag sat beside a campfire, armor cracked, body bruised.
Kael limped in with a fresh wound but still smiling.
Siya sat beside Chirag and whispered, "You did it."
He looked at the stars above.
"No," he said softly. "We all did."
But in the shadows beyond the mountains, Varn smiled too.
Because this… was just the first day.
The real war had yet to begin.
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