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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 group in the woods hadn't noticed that someone had abandoned the convoy to head their way. They were fully focused on the firefight that was going on by the riverbank.

The Oxen were still running full out, and though a few had been hit, they had been quickly healed by the Witches, letting them run on, while the escorts had hopped down to fight the charging bandits, and the members with guns on both sides were still firing at each other.

None of them seemed to be all that skilled, though the bandits might be, and it was just impossible to tell as their shots couldn't hurt the armour spell that Ella had cast over the Convoy Members on Christa's behalf.

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