The assembly of the vacuum missile on the right has been completed. It is ready to be fired in sequential shots. The shield of the structure has already suffered 40% damage and is expected to suffer 50% more damage after an estimated six more runs. Although it should be less, I am not confident in my strength after avoiding several spells.

I was very close to completing the task when all hell broke loose. I sensed magic from several points, all of which came from humans. I hope they are aware of this threat. I must hurry to reach my destination and leave them to their adventure. I was warned just in time by a whisper that invoking lightning magic is not an easy feat. As I turned around, I saw several dozen mages, some weaker than others, all preparing to cast powerful spells. Among them was the renowned Caparoja, while on the other side, I noticed some Capablanca and many others carrying something that concealed their identities. It was clear that they were preparing to cast some malicious magic. They were the Capanegra, and they had blended in with the Capablanca, likely unnoticed due to habit.

The attackers are using their full power, with flames, ice, and tornadoes, but I am able to deflect them all. However, time is running out. Using my sword, I launch a gust of wind that sends some of the Caparojas flying. Finally, the last coffin lock is lost, and all the magic I possess is suddenly free. The ceremony has been accepted! I do not have time to worry about the Capanegra attack. Although the hits are small, a shield will not work against them. I know what they do and have a much more advanced version. To counter their attack, I form small circles of magic around me. These circles act as shields and intercept their attacks. Although they are thin, the consumption of magic is renewed with each attack. The seals on the coffin cause me to laugh. The Caparojas are frantically preparing new runes, but they are slow. I advance quickly while the Capanegra and Capablanca attack me. It feels like rain pattering on my cloak, but I am not fooled. This magic is dangerous. Any wizard, even the great ones of the cities, would fall before these attacks. Where did they learn them? At least they made me sweat. I raise my hand to dry myself, and that's when I am forced to protect myself from a greater threat.

The ambient temperature began to rise even before the wave of fire appeared. The sweat evaporated, the earth creaked, cracked, and finally melted. This experience was horrible, but I am thankful for the war elephant boots designed to withstand high temperatures. However, my body cannot handle the heat. I am not worried about attackers as I can generate a very resistant field about three meters away. Inside this field, there is a separation of less than fifty centimeters, but both would not serve to stop this heat. When observing the dwarves' preparation of materials, I filled the space with ice. This was a challenging task as I had to absorb all the heat present in the area. However, the solid block of water ultimately received the impact. The event lasted for five seconds. It is unclear who sent this magic, but I had expected at least an army. In the aftermath, I can see the ashes of those who raised their fist against me. This is a waste of mana, people, and land, rendering the area uninhabitable for thousands of years.

The second attack was even more devastating. I had barely undone my double field when drops began to fall. The first impact melted the remains of ice with a horrendous screech, followed by a squall of some corrosive compound. It was poison, but something else was mixed in. I allowed the water to absorb as much as it could, and added a filter like those used in cities to divert excess toxins to the ground. A small puddle began to form, damaging the integrity of the field. I rose one meter above my previous position. In less than a minute, the substance took advantage of the land where I had been standing and deepened it. By the time the rain stopped, a three-meter-wide well had formed, its depth unknown. The crystal plains around me showed signs of corrosion, with melted parts. I would like to repair or at least minimize the damage, but there is no time. I must break into that place.

Upon arriving at the entrance, I was struck not by the majestic golden pillars or the jewel-encrusted doors, but by the exclusion barrier. This barrier was designed as a final defense, capable of withstanding magical, melee, and nature attacks. However, I was already prepared for such obstacles. It is a fundamental flaw in the ideology of the elves to believe that only humans, other elves, or magical creatures will attack them. They have not considered the potential for the best or worst of these species.

The magic described here is a variant of air spheres, which can be used for transportation or communication by voice. However, it fell into disuse because the words could be heard by everyone if they were spoken too quickly. Therefore, it was not considered reliable. The author claims ownership of this particular form of magic. First, create the spheres using air. Then, make them spin around you, increasing their speed gradually until the air inside is highly disturbed. Once the air has expanded to the point where it is difficult to keep the capsules, increase their protection to prevent the air from escaping. Finally, throw them against the shield.

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The impact is thunderous, it is obvious that the layer of magic did not hurt him, but at the speed it was traveling plus the heat of the air and the physical impact of it is seen to have an effect, the luster of the shield is lost a little, so before I stabilize it I prepare these bullets again, everything is reduced to the stability of the shield, if I get a small hole it will be enough, I've exhausted all my magic in the next spell, one capable of eliminating everything that is inside, it is a malevolent magic but it is the only one I have left to use, subtract one impact, my mind is already cloudy, I can not faint, not yet.

Finally the barrier lets out an air different from the unpleasant acid that lingers in the surroundings, the orifice also releases terrifying words.

"Relictamque (abandonment).

Lego animam meam (I give up my soul)

Relinquo mortem (I renounce my death)

Libet evanescunt (I want to disappear)"

- He's doing what he shouldn't be doing! That language is not from here, it comes from a different dimension, a different reality, they are words but their meaning enters like needles, it is impossible for him to know what it says! Give it up, not what you were looking for but that's not to recover the elven magic it's something more heinous you want to let a being from another dimension take possession of your being! I won't allow it! -.

-My magic will kill me?, so be it, it will eliminate everything and everyone here, I only wish she had loved me the same way so i cast -Extinction! -.

- Do not hasten death dear boy, that's why I exist.

The voice is an icy void, it is the promise of nothingness, it doesn't matter, I already see my magic rushing, it is a sphere that will devour everything and everyone when it explodes, but instantly I see ashes floating, in a few seconds they acquire the consistency of bone, and embrace the sphere, instantly they are vaporized but their capacity diminishes a little, where did they come from? A melted necklace of one of the dead that continue rushing gives me the answer, they are the Capanegra, who has so much power? At least he is already going through the door, is that a decrepit hand?

-The sphere exploded, I am sure of that, the impact threw me several meters back, when the pain subsides a little I see that the bastion is still standing, blackened by the impact, with almost collapsed towers, but it is not destroyed, I died! -

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- Dear boy! You did not fail, you see for my troops to rise I need this, my magic is not eternal, but listen, pay attention that your ears will give answers, neglect the language as you know even if you don't know it your brain will tell you -.

I try to stand up, but it must have been a very respectable explosion, I still can't move, the magic heals me little by little, as soon as I generate enough I make minor healings, lungs, mouth, heart, broken ribs and back have priority over my arms and hands, even so I can hear what that necromancer says, but he is interrupted by a scream followed by the words that reveal everything to me.

Morgana dominae chaos (morgana lady of chaos),

Magicae continentur (magic contained),

Suis possessoribus reddi (return it to its owners),

Revertetur (in return),

Vos can penetro (you can enter),

Quod regnat chaos (let chaos reign),

Omni aeternitate (for all eternity),

My screams mingle with hers, with the necromancer's laughter, with the inhuman laughter released by the remains of what was once a simple woman who only sought approval, the burst of magic I can feel it, all the magic objects have lost their power, all the scrolls charged, the runes prepared, everything, I know they will travel to the elves, those imbeciles got what they wanted but the price is too high, they condemned Green leaf, I must go, even if I'm weak there is something I can do.

-I'm afraid not boy, I am the lich who stopped you, I am the one who planned everything, my hosts awaken all over the continent, there will be nothing but chaos and the peace of the grave for the races here, but you will serve me dead, so I will give you back something not as powerful but just as damaging Excion!

My legs barely hold me, it's obvious that it doesn't have the level of power that my magic has, but I can't defend myself, just run away, I barely take a step and several bones hold my arms, apparently I have nowhere to go, I'm sorry I failed you.