On the nineteenth of the fifth month. The year of the sky. I, the head mage am leading the strongest army that ever walked on this continent with 20,000 elite mages, 80,000 cavalry and 200,000 knights. I’m standing looking at my enemy getting closer. “Cease your advancement!” the enemy general shouted “we do not wish to wage war”. Heh, it’s funny how he thinks a sentence will stop our conquest. I used magic to amplify my voice and stated “we will not stop, not until men start falling from the sky”.

Dooooom!!!

Wha…the ground is shaking. Something just fell!! *cough cough* the dust is blinding me. I’ll make sure to ask the king for compensation. Oh the dust is clearing, something is coming out. My eyes opened wide and I held my breath. It’s a MAN!!!

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The man started to dust his weird clothes and said “Excuse my interruption, please, by all means continue”.

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19th of the fifth month, year of the sky. The conquest of the Sorcery Dynasty was put on hold because of a man that fell from the sky.