Years passed. There was no movement seen by Mage King's inheritors. Ren and his squad were doing missions as it was. They lived in shadows and hid their identities from the world. After 2 years of his first mission…
We saw that the battlefield burned.
Below the valley was full of flame. Buildings were torn in half. Magic tore the skies. Awakened squads fought along crumbling trenches.
In the distance, someone called.
"Commander !"
A soldier ran toward One person. Young. Face Covered. Blood on his gloves.
"Orders, sir? They breached the second gate! We can't hold it!"
Man turned.
His Echo Form appeared behind him. A shape of black flame and shifting armor. It floated silently.
He pointed toward the second ridge.
"We don't hold. We reclaim."
The soldier saluted.
Behind him, mages gathered. Some were old friends. Others, strangers who knew only his rank. His name.
And somewhere across the battlefield, past smoke and screams...
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