The sky of Yamato had not yet turned completely dark when a sudden explosion shook the western gate. Dust flew everywhere, and screams erupted again from the crumbling wall. From behind the ruins, red flames shot out—magic arrows, fireballs, waves of ice, and bursts of electricity surged like a storm.

  “Mages, get ready! We cannot let them destroy this gate!” Wu Xianying shouted, her voice filled with urgency yet maintaining authority. “Our tactics must change! Don’t just attack; coordinate your magic according to the enemy’s position!”

  One of the mages, Fitran, glanced at her for a moment, a secret gleaming in his eyes. “Do you want a frontal assault? We could lure them into a trap and then strike them all at once.”

  “That’s a brilliant idea!” Wu Xianying replied, quickly formulating a plan. “Prepare our ranged magic. We must burn them from both sides, so they will be trapped! Launch the Fire Wave to the left!”

  “Understood, but we must be ready for a counterattack,” Fitran said, focusing on the battlefield. “If they find our weak point, this could end badly.”

  On the western hill, Wu Xianying stood tall, her black-and-gold robe now tattered and covered in soot. Behind her, the ranks of the Qihuang Shin mages were ready, their faces tense, eyes burning with vengeance. “Remember, every move we make must be precise and calculated. Prepare the defensive spells!”

  “We are ready, leader!” one of the mages shouted, “But we must act quickly! They are getting closer!”

  Wu Xianying raised her hand high, the sound of magic echoing through the night. “All mages, unleash your magic! Burn them to ashes! Do not let the land of Yamato know dawn again!”

  “By attacking from a distance,” Fitran added, “we can inflict maximum damage before they can get close!”

  “That’s it, let’s make them regret it!” Wu Xianying yelled, her spirit ablaze. “Ready! Now, release! Magic, launch!”

  A simultaneous scream erupted from the mages. Fire Bolts shot out, fireballs flew, and flashes of wind and ice clashed in a deadly wave. The ground trembled violently. Flames licked the rooftops, corridors exploded, and stone walls gaped open.

  In the watchtower, Takeshi jolted. “They are attacking again! Get the magic shields! We cannot let them advance any further!”

  A simultaneous scream erupted from the mages, shaking the tense night air. “Get ready, mages! Prepare the burning spells!” shouted one of them, his voice filled with the spirit of battle. “We must break through the enemy’s defense line and destroy their command center!”

  Fire Bolts shot out, fireballs flew, and flashes of wind and ice clashed in a deadly wave. “Aim the ice magic at the barricade, don’t let them move!” shouted a more experienced mage. The ground trembled violently, creating shockwaves that added to the tension.

  Flames licked the rooftops, corridors exploded, and stone walls gaped open. “They won’t hold out for long! It’s time to push forward!” Wu Xianying shouted confidently, her eyes blazing with ambition. “Destroy everything that stands in our way!”

  In the watchtower, Takeshi jolted. “They are attacking again! Mages… too many, Fitran!” he shouted in panic, blood oozing from his shoulder again. “We need a new strategy! What’s your plan?”

  Fitran only stared for a moment, his face calm despite the increasingly urgent situation. “We must use protective magic to shield our ranks. Meanwhile, focus the attack on those at the front line!”

  Mira jumped beside him, her hair singed at the ends. “We can’t hold out—they’re breaking through all the barricades! We need to organize a counterattack!” she shouted as she tightened her position. “Send healing magic to the wounded; we need all our strength now!”

  Below the tower, Hana screamed, clutching two small children who had been dragged out of their home by the magical explosion. “Everyone, get underground! Don’t let anyone out!” With a desperate tone, she continued, “We cannot let them take our loved ones. Stay safe!” But the flames were already beginning to consume the wooden door, causing all the women to scream, shout, and cry in unison. “Hold on! We will survive!”

  Nobuzan ran to the altar, her body weak but her eyes blazing with anger. “We cannot retreat! All units, prepare for resistance! We need everyone who can fight!” She raised her hand to the sky, calling all who were still alive. “Fitran! We need you down here! If this is our last day, let you stand here with us!”

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  Fitran, who had been watching from the balcony of the main house, gazed at the sea of fire and lightning with eyes full of the anger he had hidden for so long. “Hana, I cannot let this happen. We must be more strategic!” The sounds of destruction, cries, and fear blended into one beneath the sky of Yamato.

  Mira looked up, her eyes filled with hope and despair. “Are you just going to stand there, Fitran? Do you want us all to die for your plan? Think of a backup plan!”

  Takeshi clenched his broken spear, his face smeared with blood and dust. “You said there would be no more pointless casualties. Now, prove it! We must attack from both sides; this is our last tactic!”

  Fitran finally moved. He descended from the balcony, his black robe billowing through the smoke and flames. “We need to divide the forces! Each unit, prepare protective spells and get ready to attack!” His face was stern—not the mastermind behind a desk, but a figure ready to be bloodied on the front lines.

  In the courtyard, the remaining people held their breath as they watched Fitran walk toward the wall of fire. Hana screamed, “Don’t, Fitran! You’ll—”

  But Fitran raised his hand to the sky. “With Voidwright magic, I can reflect their attacks. Who is with me? This is our fight!” A purple spiral symbol glowed on his palm, the Voidwright magic beginning to flicker like lightning.

  Wu Xianying watched him from a distance, a smirk on her lips. “Finally, the monster comes out of its lair… Mages, focus on him! Show that the ancient magic of Yamato cannot withstand the wrath of Qihuang Shin! Attack with all your might!”

  “Stay united! Don’t let them spread out!” shouted one of the mages, gripping his magic staff tightly. “We cannot let Voidwright take control of us!”

  The ranks of mages fired Fire Bolts and ice magic relentlessly at Fitran. Fireballs struck the ground, and the walls and sky ignited simultaneously—but Fitran stepped forward, the Voidwright magic forming a dark shield that absorbed heat and light, shattering the elements of magic into fragments.

  The ranks of mages fired Fire Bolts and ice magic relentlessly at Fitran. Fireballs struck the ground, and the walls and sky ignited simultaneously—but Fitran stepped forward, the Voidwright magic forming a dark shield that absorbed heat and light, shattering the elements of magic into fragments. “Don’t let him get close! Attack with a lightning formation; focus all your power!” shouted one mage, fear enveloping his voice. “We cannot let him dominate this battlefield!”

  The explosions of magic roared like a storm. One by one, the Qihuang Shin mages were thrown back, their magic shattered by Fitran’s Void Spiral. But their strength did not wane, and every energy absorbed by the shield only made the sounds of thunder and screams more terrifying. “Hold on! We must create a gap!” Wu Xianying urged, clenching her fists. “Attack from the right! Fitran cannot face simultaneous attacks!”

  Nobuzan shouted through the smoke, “Don’t die, Fitran! This world still needs you—and I need you back!” Her voice was hoarse, her breath caught between fear and hope. “I will prove that I am not just a monster—I am the strongest weapon!” Fitran replied, dark magic swirling around him as if responding to his fighting spirit. “They do not understand what I can do.”

  Takeshi leaped into the collapsing corridor, gripping his broken spear, staring at Fitran and Wu Xianying challenging each other from two different worlds. “We don’t have much time! If we’re late, the entire strategy could fail! Focus on endurance!” Takeshi shouted, ensuring all the mages heard his important message. Meanwhile, Fitran met his gaze, “I will crush all their hopes before they even realize the threat.”

  Mira covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she watched the sparks of fire and bursts of black energy clash between the two greatest powers in Yamato that day. “This is not the time to doubt; we must unite or die!” Mira shouted, trying to inspire the mages’ spirits. “We will die if we do not unite, and you, Fitran, are our last hope!”

  Wu Xianying sharpened her gaze, her hand filled with magic trembling fiercely. “Come on, Fitran Fate,” she whispered to the night wind, the tension between them growing hotter. “Prove that the old world still dares to fight against the wrath of Qihuang Shin. Strategically defeat them—with every move, we can change the tide of battle.”

  Under the sky turning red-purple, above the land filled with blood and ash, Fitran and Wu Xianying stood facing each other—two wills, two worlds, two ends of Yamato’s fate. Waves of magic crackled, creating an atmosphere thick with tension as they prepared to determine who would emerge victorious from this battle.

  “Gather your magic, Wu! They won’t want to retreat!” Fitran shouted, his voice firm yet filled with mystery. “This is not just a battle; it’s about our destiny!”

  “Destiny? Hmph, I prefer to call it opportunity!” Wu Xianying replied with a proud smile. “With one explosion, I will unleash a power that will shake our enemies to their very bones!”

  And at the moment of the greatest magical explosion, the sky seemed to tear apart, the sound of the world splitting. It was as if the magic formed a train of destruction, crashing in all directions.

  “Ready, Fitran! Let’s destroy their defenses with this wave!” Wu shouted, her eyes blazing. “After that, we will attack from the right flank—strike like a venomous snake!”

  Everyone held their breath. There was no time for doubt. Every force was ready to act, responding to the strategic commands flowing from Wu’s fingers and Fitran’s mysterious commitment.

  A new chapter began—and that night, only death knew who would return alive. The sound of explosions echoed, shaking the ground with unimaginable power. “Let’s lower the movement! Retreat is not in our vocabulary!” Fitran shouted, determined to change the tide of battle.

  “And my magic will destroy the enemy!” Wu Xianying added, focusing her energy into further attacks. “Tonight, this struggle will become legend!”