General Vaelros who was never seen crying, as if lost his very soul.

  He was motionless and only held the bodies of his sons while on his knees, his eyes stared blankly as tears kept falling from his eyes.

  It was like he could not even hear or see what was going on around him.

  They rushed to put every drop of magical potions to the bodies.

  Some of these soldiers under the Silver Legion had seen these boys and girls when they were still babies, blessed in the Faliamber plaza when they were a-year-old.

  For inside, not only the generals’ sons Donvar and Calek, or Lieutenant Generals’ Eva and Ford were dead, but, the top ten of the class when it came to combat and magic.

  They were all there, in a place of carnage not yet known to them, torn apart, before even seeing war and losing their lives defending the citizens.

  What would they say to these children’s parents, to the king, to the citizens?

  All who trusted them.

  “It will be okay. These are powerful potions. Calek, Donah, Gidon, Kalevar, Parramea, Athylis, Zon, Wellenor, Kalbeth.

  We…..ll will all march victoriously in Faliamber, while the king would bestow you the honor of being part of the Divine Army. We…” Sergeant Demoir talked to his comrades while he poured some potions.

  Demoir wanted to control the sorrow, but he continued to sob.

  And, as if he remembered something, glanced at the wizards who did not cry at all. They looked serene even though their eyes were wet.

  Only they could not voice what they wanted to say, in this madness, in this chaos, as if the humans they cared for already went insane.

  “Aid us!

  Heal them please! My comrades are dying please!” Demoir begged, his eyes pleading the powerful wizards to work some miracles.

  Zoho, who bowed his head a while ago, patted him and clutched his shoulders firmly, looked him in the eyes and said, “They’re already dead, they’re even rotting.

  We don’t know what curses they casted or what beasts attacked but…” Zoho wanted the humans to come to their senses, comfort them, and tell them not to give up on living, but he was interfered while talking.

  Wham!

  Thwack!

  "Hah!" Demoir did not think twice, as his eyes narrowed into slits, looked spitefully, and punched Zoho. The wizard’s chin was forcefully pushed upward.

  “How dare you! They will live! We just need to hasten the healing. You’re powerful right?!” Sergeant Demoir shouted as his eyes burned in anger.

  Zoho moved his chin down to its normal position and looked at Demoir again, he just straightly gazed at him while he calmed the flames which started to spread around his body.

  Demoir’s fists were still clenched, as if insulted by the wizards’ seemingly lack of empathy, and was willing to punch him more.

  Dunesther and Jenna looked down troubled and dismayed at the young human’s actions, but understood that his mental state was unstable. They would let Zoho put the punishment in place if it was the right option.

  Uther did not care to mediate, but silently studied the humans’ actions as they reconnected the body parts of the fallen, which obviously had no chance of breathing again. The worms had also started jumping, wriggling, and got over their clothes.

  {There were many losses here. It would be difficult.}

  Uther sent the telepathic message.

  They could do something for those who were still ‘ALIVE,’ but this…

  Then, a warped space and immense light with magical circles appeared in the room.

  Uther looked.

  It was Beledon, another Divine Archmage of Teleportation who could only use it twice a day.

  However, he could send people and himself to farther distances with more objects or inanimate things.

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  The Divine Archmages and the wizards were now under the telepathic connections of Qunara.

  {We have no time, we got your message.}

  Beledon shortly responded in a rush.

  {No, you shouldn’t…}

  Uther tried to prevent Beledon from doing something that could make things much worse.

  “Oh my…” Dunesther murmured as the parents of the trainees arrived.

  “Wha…?”

  The parents reacted in unison, shocked by what they saw upon arrival.

  “Who the hell did this!?” Fatima asked.

  “They will pay, we will make them pay!”

  Shouted another while looking at the dead.

  The room was further filled with chaos, agony and mourning.

  “We put healing potions onto them.” Demoir told them while his eyes were still red. He planned to punch Zoho once more, but he turned his attention to the grieving parents.

  They looked at him and smiled a bit to show their gratitude, even if they were not sure if it worked. But, as if not wanting to further torture the young, they did not articulate anything about his father.

  Those with more sound judgement at the moment could already perceive, the dead had no chance of being revived again in their present condition.

  There were no ethereal lights or tints of warm yellow or green coming out of the bodies after the potions were applied.

  It was common to see these during the application of the wizards’ potions. They realized that the wizards were not able to do anything.

  If they could, all the strewn, mangled, and splattered body parts and blood should not be here by now.

  While the humans were disturbed, the wizards talked using telepathy.

  {You knew we would come to the worst situation because of this.} Uther looked at Beledon and breathed hard.

  Beledon just passed over and inspected the area, then sent a message back.

  {Listen, the Futureweaver said, there will be no Livingrings for them.}

  {What?! We have to save what we can.}

  Uther replied. He still believed there could be some solutions, not yet explored.

  {That’s why we’re here because…}

  Beledon was about to say something, but did not continue.

  Uther looked at Beledon properly, he was vanishing, a bit translucent. This was bad, the problems only got worse since they departed from the frontlines outside of the Auroras. Defeat slightly lingered at the back of Uther’s thoughts.

  {What does this mean?}

  Uther tried to ask him. All the other wizards also heard this conversation.

  {They told me to at least help these people and the kings’ family out of the kingdom now. Somebody has to tell the story of the Livingrings Kingdom truthfully afterwards.

  Let’s use my Leap of the Sun and take them all, even the thousands dead, near the king’s castle. This place would float there for a while as long as we could endure. That is as far as I could go in our current state.

  Then you teleport them far away where no armies are gathered. Travel to the most remote parts where the Nexxus would not find any traces of you. More legions, fleets, and squadrons had surrounded Livingrings since your departure, we won’t make it Uther. We won’t. Take as few as you can so your power lasts and travel far.}

  Beledon explained while his eyes blurred. He was out of time.

  All of them knew this since they were informed of their magical powers being drained. The Floating Orb was a great solution since it was where they were born and could possibly retain their magical powers.

  They had to act fast since the Divine Archmages could feel that their connections to the Floating Orb were perishing.

  This had never happened before, so even Uther was not sure of this. They always knew they could get healed of whatever was happening to them in the Floating Orb.

  As long as they could go, they could return with more magical powers restored inside them.

  {What?! Can’t you see what’s happening here? And more armies?}

  Uther replied, not completely believing that his kind would not be able to handle what was out there.

  But honestly, he felt it. He only opened about three gates transporting him and Zoho, the Silver Legion to Callona, then third inside the Den of Irons, but he could feel as if there was nothing left inside him.

  He knew they needed time, but he did not know all the details after he left the frontlines. Uther looked at Beledon who held his forehead down with his right hand as if in mourning, but was actually speaking to him telepathically.

  {Just heed my warning, we must save them, so some will be able to tell the tales of the Kingdom of Livingrings someday.}

  Beledon wanted to beat some sense to his fellow wizard, too affected by what was happening to these humans, and forgot the reason they coexisted with them in the first place.

  He thought Uther and the others became so short-sighted with all the crying.

  They no longer realized that if no one survived, all of these would be left as drama which the enemies with devilish pacts would laugh at.

  The souls of the dead here would all go to the underworld, Pyramortiss, since they died consumed by the wrath and powers of higher ranked devils.

  The wizards of Livingrings often embarked on perilous journeys into this hellish domain, to save the souls of the soldiers and citizens who were killed with these devilish techniques.

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  *Calek, Donah, Gidon, Kalevar, Parramea, Athylis, Zon, Wellenor, Kalbeth - some of the top trainees who died in the Den of Irons

  *Pyramortiss - the hell or underworld in this realm where demons and devils’ dwell