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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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Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The five sleds were just as full as when they left. Even the empty ammunition canisters had been loaded full of spent shells so that no trace of their position was left after the witches departed. The Witches had also closed up the firing slots, leaving only a small cave, perfect for a monster den.

That way, if some mundane human scout did come by later and was looking for signs of the ambush, they were likely to find a nasty surprise waiting for them.

By the time the fight was over, the witches inside their bunkers on the hillsides could barely see the battlefield anymore due to the thick smoke, but when the barrier went down suddenly, they felt it and knew it was the signal to retreat even before their drivers came to inform them.

The ride passed in silence until the den was back in sight, and everyone finally felt safe to begin to relax.

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