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"What do we do?" One of the wizards questioned. "As the members of the superior council, it is our duty to decide." Another said. "Alex has failed us. He has halted our war. The war of the magi has been stopped." Another one notified them. "We should do away with Alex, then proceed with plan B. It is the only way we can create pure darkness." One replied. "Good idea, but how?" Another questioned. "We can simply throw him into a hole in time. One of the "Gates" as they are called." The first one said. "Better yet…Lets send him to the apocalypse. Lavos will deal with him." The fourth one said. "Hmm…yes…how will the top general…deal with the day of Lavos! AHAHAHAHA!" They all laughed.
"THE MYSTICS ARE STORMING THE CASTLE! REPEAT, THE MYSTICS ARE STORMING THE-" The unfortunate guard was silenced by a blade. A magician smiled. "I think we will make ourselves known." He said, and lead the mystics to the throne room. Alex was waiting. "Traitor! We had a peace treaty!" Alex said, glaring. "I am no traitor, General Alex. It was planned for mystics to rule the world to begin with." The magician replied. "FOR THE KING! FOR THE HUMAN RACE! AND MOST OF ALL, FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD…I CONDEMN YOU!" Alex shouted, and the shadows burst forth, cloaking him once more. "Hahaha…come at me, General. It will do you no good! Behold, the hatred and anger and sorrow, of all mankind and mystic alike! Zembor zangor, zhora zohm. Now the chosen time has come. Zengha krontu hetri lhor. Exchange this tired world for…lavos!" The magician finished his spell, and the earth shook in a violent tremble. The sky's clouded, and not a glimpse of light could be seen, except for that violent, cold, sapphire flame, the demon flames that would forever be in the eyes of those who embraced the darkness. Suddenly, a large red crack spread about the earth outside, as if the earth itself was bleeding, lava flowed to the land, destroying everything. Alex ran to the window to see the crack grow larger and larger. He ran to the roof, chased by the seven magicians. And even as they dueled atop the roof, Alex knew it was hopeless. He knew that when that crack in the earth became a hole, a monster would come forth to destroy the world. "BEHOLD THE MILLENIAL BEAST! LAVOS, YOUR FEAST IS WAITING!" The magicians cried in unison as the crack spread and spread, and finally, molten rock and skin burst through the earth, and Lavos rose into the air. "BEHOLD! DESTRUCTION RAINS FROM THE HEAVEN'S!" The magicians exclaimed as fire rained down from the darkened sky. Homes were destroyed, whole forests were desolated, everything was melted. "No…I can't fail! The day of Lavos cannot come yet!" Alex exclaimed. Suddenly, he got an idea. "All right…you can have your war, magicians…just…spare this world…send Lavos back…and I will let you have your war between mystics and humans…" Alex pleaded with them. The magicians all smiled, and as if on cue, Lavos receded back into the earth, taking the crack and molten fire with it. The sky's now poured water, not fire. Each magician raised their right hand into the air, and chanted mystic words of the arcane, incomprehensible by normal humans. With flick of their wrists, a rip in time appeared, ocean and earth mixed at its point, it was a mess of blue, black, purple, red…every color you could think of and more. And suddenly, Alex was dragged into it, pondering whether or not the magicians would keep there promise.