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It had been hundreds of years since humanity and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans. 

Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured, no Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world. 

Or so they thought. 

Wolfe Noxus was born on the lower levels of a fortress city run by the Morgana Coven, raised under the glow of magical lights, with magic and technology entwined in every aspect of his life. 

But after his eighteenth birthday, when a get rich quick scheme led him to the forbidden ability to use the powers of the Magi, his whole life would change. 

The forbidden inheritance of the Magi was his. All he had to do was live long enough to embrace it.

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When they finally crawled out of the cave, the snow-covered field was gone, replaced by churned earth from the vehicles passing by and scattered craters.

A tank still burned in the distance, and a tracked crew transport that looked to have been ripped apart by giant claws lay on its side only a few hundred meters away.

Wolfe tried to sense his familiars, but only one of them came in clearly. Stephanie was making her way to him, but the distance was still too far for mental communication.

The Witches that Wolfe was bonded to still gave a vague sense of their emotions and direction from him, but it felt vague and fuzzy in an uncomfortable way that he wasn't sure could all be attributed to distance.

All of the others had severely faded, and Wolfe wondered if they were sick or injured since the sky seemed to be normal again. Perhaps they were simply exhausted, and the depletion of their aura would recover with a bit of time.

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