The Gathering of Magic
The saga of endings and beginnings
Unbeknownst to mankind, elves, centaurs or any living species, the balance between good and evil was about to be shaken up violently. For months now, two powerhouses had been amassing strength and followers, safely out of one another's reach, yet very much aware of one another. It was for this day they'd been gathering their might after all. On this fateful day... life itself might be scoured from these planes, and one of these two powerhouses would spread their influence through the other's demise.
The two clashed for days on end, their fatigue meaningless as they replenished themselves with magic, taking mana from the land. Taking, taking and taking, so much taking, at the end of the 4th day, the land itself was drained and the battle looked to be over, one of the powerhouses on their knees with the other ready to deal the finishing blow. Before this blow could be struck, however, the would-be loser gathered the remaining mana on the plane, wringing it out for any energy, and with that energy, obliterated himself, his enemy and the entire plane. No one bore witness to this fight, yet it wouldn't be over. Each of the powerhouses had calculated the possibility of defeat, and thus appointed a successor.
This time around, however a group of scholars caught wind of the two growing forces, and created an emergency response force... Can another calamity be stopped, or is fate truly undeniable? Only time will tell...