"We're all mad here"
- Cheshire Cat, Alice in Wonderland
A lightning flashed into existence only to fade into nothingness the next second. Along with the thunder that came after it echoed the yells and screams of men fighting for their freedom with the remaining ounce of bravery and desperation they have.
Drenched in blood and rain, they stared death in the eye. In the darkness, the face of death appeared. It took the form of a writhing orb of tentacles and organs- a floating orb of horror and corruption. Eyes, mouths, hands and tentacles would form from its amorphous blob of a body only to be reabsorbed into the main body which appeared to be made of a black substance that looked like writhing snakes and intestines.
Several war-mages conjured orbs of fire to illuminate the surroundings- shedding light into the ground which was littered with dead bodies of humans, elves and corrupted beings. Both blood of red and black soaked into the ground. The putrid smell of death and decay stung the nose of the remaining warriors of the combined army of men and elves.
In the light of the red flames, the abomination's form became more incomprehensible by the minds of the elves and men. Three mouths filled with decaying yellowed human teeth formed by the floating creature, if it can still be considered a creature. Each mouth is oriented differently but all three were dripping with black liquid which turned the ground below the creature even darker.
"Fine evening, don't you think?" said the creature said in three voices simultaneously- one voice was that of a male child, one of a grown man and another of a young female. The light-hearted tune the creature used to great the warriors sent out an eerie feeling to everyone who heard it. The creature even has a British accent. "Now then, shall we start with the main event?"
A laughter in three voices echoed all over the field, echoing into the deepest recesses of the minds of anyone who heard it. It was eerie, other-worldly and poisoned with pure malice.
On that night, thirteen thousand Elves and Men were killed in the battle that will go down to history as the Battle of Reginon Valley.
This defeat led to the development and optimization of magical knowledge which ultimately led to the creation of the first formal institute of magic and warfare- the International Institute of Thaumaturgy.
BINABASA MO ANG
The International Institute of Thaumaturgy
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