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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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Once they got to a decent hiding spot three hundred meters from the western side of the procession, Wolfe began making preparations. There really wasn't much that could be done to improve his odds of success. He just needed to cause confusion.

So, he waited until the convoy was halfway past him and his furry partner, then sprayed an entire magazine on fully automatic, wiping out most of his mana pool and igniting [Fireball] explosions all through their ranks.

The unit became a nightmare of flames as the fuel tanker took a direct hit, along with an ammo truck. Explosions rocked the camp as the munitions burned off, sending everyone searching for nonexistent cover, while Wolfe reloaded and then targeted anything that looked important with single shots.

Disabling the vehicles was easy, but there was one armoured container that he was certain held the most dangerous part of the cargo.

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