Detoxing

It had been four months since the orcs had declared war on the people of the Southern Federation. Despite the great casualties on both sides, the battle continued with full force.

As the war dragged on, the atmosphere in all three Magi camps was grim and weary. Yet, there was a sense of steadfastness that lingered in the air.

The once vibrant colors of the Magi's robes had faded, paralleling the toll that the constant cycle of blood and spells had taken on them, both physically and mentally.

Faces that were once filled with determination and resolve, now bore traces of fatigue and sorrow.

Yet, they persevered.

Despite the hardships, the Magi of the Southern Federation remained united in their cause. The bonds of camaraderie that they had formed since the early days of the war had only strengthened with time.