Chapter 3 - World War
Note - This is the last notice - read Chapter 1 before reading any further chapters.
Swearing at fortune, Mia barely was able to dodge the latest blast from their foe. Sliding alongst the dirt path, she looked to her friends to check on their status. Jenna, her form-fitting uniform brilliant with the fires of Mars, was in the middle of summoning fire to blast at the dark form beyond them. Ivan, smallest of all yet the most wise, summoned lightning of a simmilar hue as his royal violet clothes. Isaac's golden threads were the most impressive, only fitting as he was the leader of the group. His normally cool composure was beginning to grow thin as Alex continued to dish out attack after attack.
Rising herself, Mia shot a glare at the dark robes of their foe. Claiming the power of the Aura was a violent offense in Eyward, one that was punishable to the same extent as if someone had unleashed the apocalypse.
Worst of all, perhapse, was that Alex was warding off any and all attacks with but a mere wave of the hand. What power could one wield and yet not flinch at the four most powerful warriors in Eyward? Inconcievable!
Just before Jenna and Ivan's combined summons fused upon impact of their target, reality itself seemed to flux, and Mia doubted her imagination when she saw Alex twist and warp in ways that no living being could survive. First thinking that the incidious adept was trying a new spell of an unknown type, she screamed in horror when Alex's form was replaced with hordes of bizzare creatures, creatures not of Drayew, their normal enemy, but from where else could these creatures come?
Slapping the communicator on her wrist, Mia summoned herself and her three allies back to their base in Harminia, hopeful that an answer could be found soon.
Just as the spell took hold, she was almost certain she saw a silver Isaac walk out of the mists...
End of Chapter 3