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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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Wolfe watched patiently as the first truck came into view, overloaded with people, and pulling a trailer loaded with more people, both with backpacks loaded all over the sides and the metal hoops that would usually be covered in tarps to keep the weather out.

They had grabbed whatever they could carry, and then found a spot to hang it on the truck after they had packed everyone in as tightly as possible for the journey westward.

They were sure to be in rough shape even if they weren't injured after standing for an entire day pressed into a truck bed like that, but they were here and alive, and for the refugees, that was the part that mattered the most.

"Welcome to the Fae Forest. If you have injured, please bring them forward first. We have food and water here if you need it, and we have arranged boats to bring you to the village." Wolfe greeted them as soon as the truck stopped.

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