"A ruins you say?" a lone figure asked himself under his breath as he turned to face the communications mage.
"Yes, Grand Magus. General Highmayne has personally requested for reinforcements! Just minutes ago, the Lyonar offensive suffered tremendous losses from a Vetruvian and Abyssian reprisal attack!"
The Grand Magus sighed. "An eye for a head, a tooth for a jaw. Such is the creed of the sand people and tapeworm creatures."
"Argeon has requested reinforcements, but it isn't known if they will make it in time."
The Grand Magus shook his head slowly as he ripped a hole in space-time and peered into the inner workings of fate.
"Long ago, King Argeon bestowed a gift upon me that allowed me to live through a vicious fight with the sand people. It is now time to repay the favor. Prepare the Translocator Eye."
The communications mage nodded. "It shall be done."
The Grand Magus watched the communications mage depart, and examined his necklace. "It still gleams so brightly, even after so many seasons. It looks just like when he first bestowed it upon me, I daresay."
As the Grand Magus signaled the communications mage, a tremendous burst of wild arcane energy hit him.
The sky turned dark and earth spun as he seemed to be pulled through an infinitely thin tube. Luckily, his feathers protected him from the unforgiving cold. Even still, a thin layer of frost began to form as he rocketed through the void towards his destination.
Suddenly and without warning, the Grand Magus arrived. The sundered skies reattached themselves to form a magically sealed ceiling and the earth righted itself to form a bloody hill littered with broken carcasses.
Projectiles, both physical and arcane flew wildly through the dry, thin air. Nearby, a row of Silverguards and Windblades ignited as a blast of wild flame greedily consumed them.
The Grand Magus raised his staff and absorbed the excess arcane energy leaked from the attack and snorted coldly. He then slammed the staff into the ground and channeled the absorbed energy out in a magnificent blast. Instantly, dervishes and wraithlings in a twenty wing radius turned to ashes and vanished in the wind.
A hush quickly fell on the battlefield as the combatants realized the scale of the attack unleashed. All eyes instantly turned to face the lone figure surrounded by floating ashes and glistening dust.
Without hesitation, Lilith Blightchaser pointed her staff at a wraithling and transformed it into a deadly killing curse which flew towards the God of Death that had just moments ago, appeared on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, moments before it reached its target, a blinding golden light appeared out of the target's necklace and completely blocked the Ritual Banishing.
Lilith's pupil instantly narrowed.
"A sacred Aegis Barrier? How interesting," Oberon mumbled. "I would never have expected a mere Owlbeast to be gifted one of these."
However, on closer inspection, the Emperor of the Sands suddenly realized that all the mana on the battlefield had drained into the Owlbeast.
"Retreat!" he suddenly shouted.
The dervishes and other assorted sand people instantly exited combat and began to flee from the now unprofitable battle.
Apparently, Lilith had similar ideas as the wraithling army turned to run.
Unexpectedly, the God of Death did not give chase. Instead, he focused on the trace arcane energies in the air and carefully studied them.
Suddenly, the edges of his lips curled upwards in a vicious smile. With a wave of his staff, he spent the remnants of his mana.
Two Aymara Healers and a Klaxon suddenly started twitching madly. The Klaxon turned and raised its sword. Every soldier's eyes went wide as they watched the blinding sword light slash downwards and slay a bloodmoon priestess. Similarly, the Aymaras began killing nearby Mechanysts like cattle at a slaughterhouse. The Klaxon and Aymaras were rapidly killed off, but the damage had already been done.
What little will to fight the Vetruvians and Abyssians had, was now completely gone.. While earlier, they had retreated in an organized manner, it was not so this time. Creatures and sand people alike fled for their lives from the reaper of death.
A final hurrumph and the mad laughter of King Argeon echoed in the ears of the combatants as the Translocator Eye activated again and the God of Death finally departed from the battlefield.