It was the first week that the tower had descended upon earth and humanity had gained access to magic in the form of sigils. Knowing that war with the other races, especially the Valerian who called them barbarians despite looking the same because of the way they used magic, humanity had prepared a group of civilian soldiers. The idea was to test the strength of the Valerian and understand how far behind their technology was. After all, the Valerian fought with swords while humanity had tanks. This idea was amazing for the upper echelons, but put the poor civilians in a sour mood.
Everybody was moving in giant buses to what would be the first battle humanity would take against this war and many soldiers fiddled with their guns. Many except for one. A violet haired girl with pale skin looked at her hand and examined the sigil. "This is magic, the Valerian's main advantage over us. We have technology, they have magic. Valerian have thousands of years of advancement in the magical territory but that doesn't mean humanity cannot match them in magic. All it would take is one magical genius. Same for them, all they need is one technological genius before our advantage against them is lost."
The sigil on her hand emitted a light purple fragrance as she focused on the magic it controlled. She had been summoned to fight in war against her will but she wasn't about to die without a fight. Of course she had a few guns on her but she deeply wanted to truly understand magic.
The battle had already commenced. Several tanks were deployed and ground soldiers moved out. The battlefield was chaotic but it was an undeniable victory for humanity at the moment. The simple range of their weapons and their destruction far outweighed the importance that a little fire or water magic could output. That was until 'he' appeared.
A deafening boom blighted the battlefield and the pressure seemed to increase thousandfold on the human side. A normal Valerian knew what was happening, a Magic Master had appeared. Currently, every Valerian on the battlefield wasn't even close to a Master level mage. Some were just good at magic but nobody had completely mastered magic like the individual who had just entered the battlefield.
The dense pressure around him followed by the magical prowess to make others kneel made the battlefield go silent and focus on him. "Fire!" A shout was heard in the distance and a tank has shot a highly explosive round at the man. However, he dodged. The fastest and most destructive bullet shot by a tank was easily dodged.
"You barbarians can't heighten your senses or physicality with magic yet," the cocky man scoffed. "Let me tell you now, your regular bullets won't even pierce my skin."
*bang! Another tank round was fired at him but he didn't dodge this time. A dark and ghastly essence raised from his hand and he watched as the bullet disintegrated into nothing while touching his hand. "Behold humanity! I am untouchable!" He screamed in such an arrogant tone. "I am a death magic master, Death's Envoy, they call us who have mastered death. I declare the end of this battle!" He screamed and the black essence on his hand bursted outward at an intense speed.
It was an unstoppable wave of destruction that consumed all. The moment something was hit by it they began crumbling into dust and had the most pained expression. In just that one move alone, thousands were killed in the battlefield and the winning side changed. And when that power hit Celine she was knocked to the floor.
*Cough *Cough. Blood dripped from her mouth. She looked at her waist and saw the death essence halfway through her system. She touched it and her hand became corrupted, slowly turning grey and dying out. "Survive!" That thought rang in her head as she tried to cure this otherworldly essence. No matter what she did, everything it touched just got corrupted so it was impossible to bandage or heal.
In her frantic panic, she thought of a solution. "It's a magic wound, it can only be healed by magic!" She couldn't believe the solution she made and her sigil activated to save her. However, the wound was still to powerful. The man who had inflicted this wound was so skilled in magic that the death essence left in Celine's system was so powerful she couldn't expel it.
Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to stop Celine. She refused to die at this moment after being sent to the battlefield. She cursed out in anger but remained as persistent as possible to survive. She was doing something only a dumbass would do. She was seriously focused and giving it all to try and out power the magic from the Death's Envoy as a mere novice herself. The traits of being a persistent fool shone that day as she screamed out in pain.
"Survive!" She cried out and clarity hit her. Suddenly, the pain went away and the corrupted death essence flew away according to the sigil of telekinesis's command. Celine was supposed today lose her rationality at this moment. She was supposed to have died, but she looked calm. Clarity. Using her sigil had brought clarity.
Everything around Celine moved slower now. Her senses had heightened she understood her sigil deeply. She felt as if she was a master at telekinesis like that death mage. She hadn't known it at the time but she had just become a magical prodigy. Celine was able to force her body to adapt to magic like how the Valerians had for thousands of years and understand her magic of telekinesis through perseverance and will to survive alone. An accomplishment that no human would ever achieve except her because nobody had perseverance like Celine.
The arrogance man looked at the defiant woman who had survived his attack. "You dare defy my will!"