The Last Mage Entered the Battlefield… But Even the King Feared Him

The kingdom had already lost three wars.

Its armies were exhausted, its walls barely standing, and hope was fading with every passing day. Across the battlefield stood an enemy force so large that even experienced generals believed defeat was inevitable.

But on the morning of the final battle, someone unexpected appeared.

A single mage.

Old stories claimed he was the last of an ancient order destroyed centuries ago. Most believed those stories were myths. Others believed something worse—that the order had been erased because their magic was too dangerous to exist.

As the mage walked toward the battlefield, soldiers stepped aside in silence. Even the king watched nervously from a distance.

Not because he doubted the mage’s power.

Because he knew exactly what it could do.

When the battle began, the enemy army advanced without fear. Thousands moved at once, confident the war would end before sunset.

Then the mage raised his staff.

The sky changed instantly.

Dark clouds twisted above the battlefield as glowing symbols appeared in the air. The ground shook violently, and an unnatural silence spread across the field before the first wave of magic struck.

No one had seen power like it before.

Entire sections of the battlefield disappeared beneath fire and light.

The kingdom survived that day.

But victory came with a cost.

Because after the battle ended, the mage was nowhere to be found.

And the king ordered every record of him destroyed.