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This was it, it was his last day to see the world as it is. Too bad he won't be able to appreciate what his victory would bear, if they would be victorious at all. Samrah looks at the early morning stars and prays to his god. He wept for his life but knew that this was something he had to do, to be able to serve a greater purpose... soon, the lady of his heart placed her hand on his shoulder, he didn't even look up, he just closed his eyes, let his lover hold him tightly as he mourns for himself. After he has finished his prayer, his lover nodded at someone from behind them and the guard ran back and blew a massive horn to alert everyone of the beginning of the end. Samrah, who is the Highest Elven Priest, stood up, wearing his clean robe and took his golden, jewel encrusted staff that was planted to the ground.
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He gave a powerful roar and a blinding light flashes as he was joined by his other mage companions from different parts of the mountains as they all called forth the sun's light five minutes early as the marching continues below, tens of thousands of soldiers, men and women, fighting for their families and what's left of the world they live in. He turned around and said his last goodbyes to his lover as he flies through the sky, leaving his lover to sob for his victory and death. The war raged on as the dark creatures arise to defend the center of their power. The Alliance charge towards the edge of the corrupted glade where the dark energies are protected from the sunlight, other creatures are running back towards it, burning from the early rise of the sun.
Samrah began to fire holy flames at the other flying creatures who were also retreating to their corrupted grounds another mage who has flight levitation magic covers him as well. Soon the ground units clash against the dark creatures as they enter the forest line, the trees were massive, enough that they might as well be taller than castles and keeps. Allowing their flying abominations to help and ambush the other soldiers. Elven Magicians and Healers, Human Knights and Paladins, Dwarven Berserkers and Battle Alchemists, Foot Soldiers, Heroes, Priests, Archers, Siege Weapons and Cavalries all charging with one purpose in mind. To fight and die for their loved ones that were left behind them. Samrah lands in front of the line and the other saviors begin to clear a straight path, bulldozing through numerous enemies in front of them with various attacks, holy flame fans, chain lightning, earth spears, tornadoes, and every other destructive spells.
An hour into the battle and they have covered a considerable distance, so far, 1/10th of their numbers have been done in. Thousands already dead, and not even enough of the enemy's numbers were dented. They were relentless, sensing the danger, the dark creatures assaulted the humans non stop. They didn't give out either and continued their march, all prepared to sacrifice their lives to deliver the saviors to the Roots of Corruption.
It was noon, the death march still ongoing, nearly an eighth of their numbers already trimmed out, it's not long before they finally reach their goal. They resorted to running straight leaving others who were brave enough to hold back anything that chases or distract the creatures' attention from the heroes, Samrah in particular couldn't stop the tears from his eyes to fall. They all mourn for their friends and family who are dying left, right, behind and in front of them. They could only grit their teeth and charge through, the fate of everyone else that was left hanging on the balance.
They have finally reached the Withered Tree. The Roots of Corruptions right beneath it, seven massive roots that hold up the entire tree, they have tried before to destroy it but nothing has worked as it grows back like weed. Now though, as they have discovered that the Tree was a soul, they knew that the spell they had planned would work. The remaining few fought to buy the heroes all the time they need to cast the spell, and Samrah has no time to say goodbye. He went exactly at the center of the tree right beneath it and planted his staff right on the ground. The others chanted, one by one, unable to protect themselves as they cast the spell, die right in front of the others. Samrah roared out to the Tree as his eyes turn pure white and he is quickly encased in a mysterious transparent icy blue glass until the tree also ended in the same fate. With a powerful groan the tree stopped swaying and was frozen in time...
After a few moments later, Samrah's eyes were opened as the icy glass thawed... he fell right into the strange floor and looked around. https://tinyurl.com/y3yzbzpd. He saw his surroundings, he seemed to be in some kind of a building of some sort, there were framed art depicting certain things that he was familiar with, other tools items and weapons that he also knew belonged to other people. He looked at where he is saw that he is placed in some kind of a golden frame container. He saw his staff right beside him and pounded on the invisible wall. He punched it hard, once more, and another time until it finally breaks. His surrounding turned red and he hears a horn, he must've been a prisoner!! He quickly grabbed his staff and began to run. He looked around the unfamiliar surroundings and began to ran in a random direction in a panic.
"Freeze!! Whoever the fuck you are you better stop right there!!" He saw someone come from around the corner and he didn't waste any time and continued to run, trying to loose his warden. He didn't know what he did and as far as he knew, he was a hero! Soon he found what looked like the outside, but he ran straight into another invisible wall. He used his staff this time to easily break it but then he also saw other people coming from the outside... he ran away from them and even needed to hit some of them to escape. "I said freeze!! you better stop right now or we will shoot!!" The man shouted as Samrah got a good look at him, he was wearing a white outfit while the others wear blue ones, decorated by various symbols and pockets. He also got a good look at the 'intruder', at that moment, his eyes widen and lowered his weapon, Samrah took the chance to hit him in the head and he was fast asleep. They seem to be human, and he does NOT want to kill anyone!
He runs even further, but now that he was outside, he figured it was time to take flight. He channeled the magic inside him and jumped... only to fall flat on his face. He grunted as he picked himself back up. He was struck by confusion as he wasn't able to cast such a simple spell. This could be temporary... he doesn't know what was happening, he doesn't know where he am, he don't know why he is here, nor does he know where the Withering Tree is! His head is shrouded by dozens of questions.
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