Elassa watched her army lift off into the air. All in ranks and in their colourful robes. Every staff glowing, cloudless thunder and lightning split the sky as magical energies began to run rampant. Arcadia felt its first earthquake in centuries. Two months more. Two months more and they would be ready. Arascus could use his fancy toys all he wished. Fortia's defeats were a blessing in disguise, she would lose the prestige she had claimed in the Great War. The red and purple waved behind Elassa as her mages returned to the ground.
She had already won, now the war was just a mere formality.
This sort of force had not existed since the start of Worldbreaking.
