Planet Earth.

Year: 1762

Month: November

Day: 3rd

A stormy night, two figures stood facing each other amidst the ruins, of a destroyed village. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and smoke.

Lecht Amfret, a powerful sorcerer with unparalleld mastery over the arcane arts, stood tall, his piercing blue eyes blazing with determination. His raven-black hair, flecked with strands of silver, was windswept, framing his chiseled features, which seemed carved from the essence of pure magic. He wore a long, flowing black coat, embroidered with intricate silver runes that shimmered with a soft, ethereal light. The coat billowed behind him, like a dark cloud.

Straight opposite Lecht, her eyes blazing with malevolent intent, stood a being, of unparalleled cruelty and power. Her long, curly red hair seemed to dance in the flickering torchlight, like a wild tangle of serpents. Her eyes, like two glittering rubies, shone with an inner fire, as if the very depths of her soul were ablaze with hatred and ambition. She wore a flowing white gown, stained with the blood of her countless victims, its hem torn and tattered.

The air was heavy with tension, as the two forces faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. As the storm raged on, and the thunder booming like a drumbeat, as if the very gods themselves were watching the unfolding drama.

"You fool!!, her voice like a venomous snake. "You think you can stop me? , Huh human!, when all you disgusting humans are exstinct, this will become a new world, and i will be the one who will rule it."

Lecht smiled, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. "You may have power, Demon, but you will never win, I will win, no matter the cost."

"You fool!." She spat. She then lifted up her right hand halfway like holding something, and at the same time she chanted, loudly. " Dark Spark! ", She unleashed a ball of dark energy, the power swirling in her hand was black with blue lightning sparks sparking around the energy ball.

" Its time i turn you to dust." She said while getting ready to attack.

Lecht then, with a serious face, softly chanted.

"Arcane Arts! Divine crackle."

Out of his palm, a ball of white energy erupted with lightning sparks that changed different colours.

The two sorcerers clashed their energy balls together in a wrestle. The clash of the powerballs created a shockwave that strecthed almost a thousand kilometers, wide, blowing away rocks and debris, even trees was pulled up out from ground and carried away.

Their magic swirling around each other in a maddening dance of colourful sparks.

The storm raged on, the thunder booming louder, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart.

The resulting explosion was cataclysmic, sending both sorcerers flying across the the wet ruined lands. Lecht crashed hard into a nearby mountain hill, his body broken and battered as he coughed up blood. Joul, crasehed into the ruins of the village, laying their motionless, her body was twisted at an unnatural angle.

As the storm finally began to subside, a dark portal opened right infront of the woman who was laying there broken.

The portal then sucked her right in and the it immediately closed after that.

Then after a loud boom of thunder.

The sorcerers body began to glow with a soft glitering green light.

" Divine rebirth. ",

A voice said in the distances echoing throughout the battlefield.

Then the green glow on the sorcerers body started to dissolved into thin air.

The village survivors buried lecht and he was hailed as "The supreme Sorcerer", hero of the nation, and he's name lived on for many centuries.