"It's time." he said to himself as he looked into the city, he couldn't help but close his eyes and listen to the different sounds of its chaotic heartbeat, all of the people, vehicles, and advertisements blended into each other.
He activated his cellphone, it was hard for him to call it that, considering that the phones in this era were nothing more than pieces that projected images and sound into a person's head.
"Is everyone ready?" he asks everyone who agreed to help him do this one last spell.
There used to be magic in the world, but the magic died a long time ago and with it everything that depended on it to live.
Surprisingly plants and animals that didn't need magic, but used it to grow and heal themselves whenever they were injured began to die faster than they used to.
He can't help but take a deep breath and cough when the pollution of the city fills his lungs.
He closes his eyes and begins to chant, it's not a real chant because he doesn't know any, he begins to copy one of the spells that he heard when he was in his version of Earth and still watched anime.
From where he stood a burst of wind blew into the world sending shockwaves into long dead lay lines.
Everything that once had magic- mana- prana and whatever else people called it was being connected, their collective memories reached into the past and into whatever dimensions still had magic in them.
The first time that every being looked to the sky and wondered what was up there or what those tiny dots in the night sky were connected with the breaths of the first and last beings to breathe in their first and last breaths.
Time and space no longer held any meaning as for a moment they were the same.
The end of existence collided with its beginning.
He watched silently as the city began to burn around him as electronics shortcircuited one after another. He could hear the Humans and A. I screamed in terror as the heartbeat of technology was used to restart the heartbeat of magic.
"It's now or never. Hear my call and seal my fate!" he calls to his servant as the lights of the city die.
As the world became silent men- women, and children who never knew of their connections to the mystic arts felt their bodies burn with a power that they couldn't understand.
And yet even in this time when mages had been forced to abandon their practices, some still remembered the old ways it was they who heard the call of the war and answered its challenge.
The lights of the city slowly began to come back with the different energies that he had tapped into, as they calmed themselves while they entered the world that had long forgotten them and recharged everything.
He looks at his right hand and smirks when he sees the three red lines that make his command seal, the energies will only stay in the world until the war ends and then they will gather for one last wish.
"Well guess we should get started." he says to his servant who doesn't say anything, he just vanishes from sight as he takes spirit form.