Day 6 is over. At last. Deadline for Day 7 plans is 19th January, 7:00 AM GMT +8. Keep in mind this is my zone or you'll end up like a Walrein.
Four down. Four to go. Despite being ostensibly the half-way mark, you know that there is not much time left. The War will not continue for very much longer. And why not? This state of affairs has perpetuated for long enough. It may as well be brought to an end.
Such thoughts intersperse your mind as each of you think back to the events of the War.
Sage. Archer. Berserker. Caster.
Edgar Allen Poe. Apollo. Dian Wei. Circe.
Four down.
The first two had fallen in the days before. The latter two... they were defeated on this day. A brutal melee had erupted earlier when Guan Yu summoned his Five Tiger Generals to aid in his War effort. Faced with such an overwhelming force, all of his opponents had fled, so that they may live and fight another day. But that was not the end of it. Eager for blood, another fierce battle occurred when the Berserker was tracked down. He fought with all his might, but sadly, could not overcome the various champions that he had to defeat. And thus, 'E-lai From Ancient Times' fell, surrounded by the blood of his enemies.
Caster had suffered a much more ignoble death, falling at the hands of a sudden strike. But still, a death was a death. All's fair in love and war. The Enchantress herself could hardly disagree with that.
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Unbearably hot. It was summer, of course, but the heat seemed so much more scorching and so much less forgiving that it felt like an entirely different season. This was what you got if you added the heat of the summer sun and the dryness of the dead air together, squared it, and let it spread across the city.
You stepped out of your house, your base, or perhaps simply an abandoned alleyway fit only for the homeless. The seventh day. Three of you think over, reconsider, and confirm your plans for the day. There was much to do. The fourth had much less to worry about. He muttered a few words under his breath. Next to him, his Champion stared up at the sky. They were waiting.
A red-hot flash of light burst out of his hand. When it faded, one of the symbols engraved upon his skin had disappeared, with nothing left to ever prove that it had once existed.
And thus, it arrived.
Fire.
Flames exploded out of the ground, roasting an unfortunate few, who had merely been ordinary citizens, until even their ashes had burnt to nothing.
A literal shower of meteors fell from the heavens, showering the city with fire so white-hot that it scorched the eyes simply to look at it.
Buildings caught aflame and crumbled, collapsed, fell to pieces, were destroyed, absolutely disintegrated, raining concrete fireballs upon the innocent citizens of the city.
It was hot before, but now the heat felt as though one was face-to-face with the Sun.
As though it were an orchestra of agony, screams erupted all around the city, merging and becoming one with the roars of the flames. But even that soon died away. It had been taken away by the fire.
You watched the city, protected by your magic. Even now, more fire rained from the heavens, as though to signify that the destruction would never, ever stop.
Armageddon, Apocalypse, Ragnarok, Apocalypsis. It was truly a scene that resembled the end of the world.
You look at the burning city, the wrecked buildings, the dead people, and the unbridled destruction and realize that this is it. There is nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. To fight - that is the only option available to you.
Knight. Rider. Assassin. Savior.
Four to go.
Who will emerge as the victor? The time to discover that is upon us.