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quickly made useless, as it was uncovered and filled with bodies. The Soterion
column had managed to maneuver such that they threatened the flanks of the
Drakoni line. The Drakoni fell back and began to try to make a formation using
shields and pikes but a few of the Magi (who were dispersed throughout the
armies equally) gathered and quickly scattered it by throwing toxic gas
projectiles into their midst.
    As these Drakoni were taken down another two columns of their army
surfaced from tunnels beneath the earth. Though the Drakoni did this time and
again throughout the battle, it seemed that they were sending fewer soldiers
each time. Still Omar was perplexed as to why they had not decimated the
forces of the Drakoni. They just kept coming.
    Omar looked at the battlefield in awe, primarily at the lack of casualties
on the side of the Kingdoms. A gust of wind blew hard allowing Omar to survey
the beautiful site.
    The Magi had made a huge difference in the battle using science to
confound the enemy. These Drakoni were formidable foes but not when faced
with Magi sleight-of-science. Omar had dispersed his controlled cache of Earth
and Soterion Weapons amongst the Magi. With decades of training, the
Alexandros – the warrior caste of the Magi – had become masters of weaponry.
    Omar had a specialized rocket launcher attached to his shoulder. It was
armed with rockets that could level a small village. This was his fail safe. Omar
had made it so that he could flip a switch on his copper arm bracer and the
gears throughout his outfit would set in motion to activate the steam powered
weapon. So far it looked as though it would not be needed today.
    He used the advanced telescope in his monocle to see the armies of
Soterion crushing the remnant of the Drakoni army. One person stood out
amongst the chaos. Though he was in the midst of a crowd of Drakoni he moved
quickly and Drakoni fell like dominos around him. There was a fluidity and grace
to his fighting style that was almost like a dance. It felt familiar to Omar. He
fought with a staff against swords and axes dropping his enemies with blunt
force blows and then the man did something unmistakable to Omar. While
hitting a Drakoni Overlord in the face with his staff it first glowed and then the
end of the staff exploded into fire sending the Overlord reeling back clutching
his neck where he had been struck. Omar knew that staff: he had made it
himself. No, it can’t be… It is, it’s Myles! Omar had always been amazed and
even intimidated at Myles’ uncanny ability to fight. After years of thinking that
Myles had died, there he was on the field of battle.
    What he saw next sent his mind spinning. He’s teleporting! Myles was
teleporting through the ranks of the Drakoni finishing them off once and for all.
Omar counted in just a few minutes he had made waste of 52 Drakoni. Omar
smiled at the thought of Myles. He always had some card up his sleeve that
surprised Omar. He watched Myles take down enemy after enemy utilizing the
teleportation skill showing his mastery of the ability to use it in battle.
    How did he find teleportation? Where has he been all this time? But all
of these questions were lost in one moment. It had only been a brief second and
a subtle move from a Drakoni that Myles had not seen as he teleported to one
spot, the positioning was bad and wrong leaving Myles' back completely open to
a Drakoni already turning from slaying a Gabad with sword in hand. Omar
wanted to warn Myles but he was speechless, caught in the moment, and too
high for Myles to hear him anyway. The Drakoni turned to see Myles taking
down two Drakoni unaware of his presence. The Drakoni thrust the sword into
Myles’ back and he fell to the ground. There was no way he could have survived
that sword through the center of his body. He fell, lifeless. Omar yelled out,
reaching his hand toward the battle field, “No!”
    But Omar’s attention was quickly drawn away from