Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer



Within the shelter of West Two's Dream Law Domain and fortified by the radiance of the Extreme Yang Illumination Array, the scene in the Primeval Battlefield unfolded with tense tranquility. The encroaching darkness of the empowered Nightmare Incarnates was held at bay, pushed back by the ethereal barrier that encompassed the humans.

Under the protective canopy of West Two's Dream Law Domain, the weary soldiers found respite. Their battle-worn bodies slowly regenerated, and the wounds inflicted by their relentless foes began to heal. Exhausted minds were soothed, finding solace and momentary peace amidst the chaos.

The soft glow of the Extreme Yang Illumination Array enveloped the encampment, casting a warm and vibrant light that stood in stark contrast to the pervasive darkness that lurked beyond. It served as a beacon of hope, a testament to the resilience and ingenuity of humanity.

Amidst this temporary lull in the war, the soldiers, their faces etched with determination, took advantage of the brief reprieve to rest and regroup. They tended to their weapons, fortified their defenses, and shared stories of past victories and fallen comrades. The echoes of battles fought and sacrifices made reverberated through the camp, solidifying their resolve to continue the fight.

While the Nightmare Incarnates paced restlessly at the fringes of the encampment, their malevolence unable to penetrate the protective shield, the humans gathered their strength. They knew that this respite was but a temporary fleeting moment in a war that still raged on.

In this delicate intermission, plans were devised, strategies refined, and new alliances forged. The Grand Commanders stood together, their minds focused and determined, ready to lead their troops into the next phase of the battle. The combined power of West Two's Dream Law Domain and the Extreme Yang Illumination Array had provided a crucial opportunity for humanity to regroup and prepare for what lay ahead.

As the humans prepared themselves for the impending battles that lay ahead, a sense of urgency permeated the air. They understood that time was no longer on their side. The reprieve they had gained was merely a fleeting moment in the face of the relentless onslaught of the Nightmare Incarnates.

Every passing moment saw the Abyss regaining its strength, steadily replenishing its ranks with more abominable creations. The empowered Nightmare Incarnates grew in number, their monstrous forms swelling with newfound power. The looming threat of the Abyss weighed heavily on the hearts of the humans, for they knew that their resources were limited within the primeval battlefield.

With each passing day, the humans toiled tirelessly, seeking to enhance their arsenal and fortify their defenses. They scoured the ancient battlefield for remnants of forgotten relics, seeking any advantage they could find. Weapons were repaired and reinforced, traps were redesigned and optimized, and new strategies were devised to exploit the weaknesses of the Nightmare Incarnates.

Yet, as the humans worked diligently, they couldn't shake the growing unease that permeated the camp. They knew that their enemy was relentless and insidious and that the true power of the Abyss was far from fully unleashed. The realization that their resources were finite and dwindling only heightened their sense of urgency.

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The Grand Commanders listened intently as the group of researchers presented their findings. Hope flickered in their eyes as they learned of a potential breakthrough in their battle against the Abyss. The researchers explained their discovery—an innovative method to disrupt the Abyss's recovery and weaken its influence.

Utilizing the advanced aircraft they had brought to the primeval battlefield, the researchers proposed a daring plan. They had developed Magitech-infused shells, specially crafted with elements that were harmful to the Abyss. These shells contained a potent combination of energies that had the potential to halt the Abyss's regeneration and weaken its hold on the Nightmare Incarnates.

Excitement rippled through the command room as the Grand Commanders realized the significance of this breakthrough. If successful, the carpet bombing of the Abyss's source could disrupt its ability to create more Nightmare Incarnates, tipping the scales in humanity's favor. It was a risky endeavor, but the potential rewards were immense.

Discussions ensued as the Grand Commanders and the researchers deliberated on the best strategy to execute the plan. They assessed the aircraft capabilities, the logistics involved, and the potential impact on both the Abyss and the human forces. Every detail was scrutinized to ensure the highest chances of success.

Amidst the planning, the Grand Commanders couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. This newfound strategy offered a viable means to weaken the Abyss, to turn the tides of the war in their favor. It was a ray of light in the darkness that shrouded the primeval battlefield.

With the plan finalized and the necessary preparations underway, the Grand Commanders addressed the gathered troops. They shared the groundbreaking news, igniting a renewed sense of determination and hope among the soldiers. The prospect of striking a blow against the Abyss filled their hearts with renewed vigor and resolve.

As the aircraft was readied for the mission, the soldiers prepared themselves for the decisive battle that lay ahead. They knew that the success of this operation could mean the turning point in their war against the Abyss. The sound of engines roaring to life filled the air, intertwining with the palpable tension and anticipation that hung over the camp.

With a mixture of nervousness and determination, the fleet of aircraft took to the skies, carrying the hopes of humanity. The Magitech-infused shells were loaded, their payloads aimed at the heart of the Abyss, the source of its power and regeneration. It was a race against time, a calculated gamble to disrupt the Abyss's recovery before it could further unleash its horrors upon the primeval battlefield.

As the aircraft approached their target, the tension reached its peak. The moment of truth had arrived. The order was given, and the shells rained down upon the source of the Abyss, detonating with brilliant bursts of energy. The very air quivered with the power of their assault, and a resounding shockwave rippled through the battlefield.

Humanity held its collective breath, waiting for the outcome. Slowly, signs of success emerged. The Abyss recoiled, its recovery disrupted by the onslaught of the Magitech-infused shells. The Nightmare Incarnates were alerted by this but they could do nothing other than stare.

As the deafening roar of the aircraft engines faded into the distance, the eerie silence settled over the target area. Thick plumes of smoke billowed up from the ground, obscuring the once-vibrant landscape below. The carpet bombing had taken its toll, leaving behind a scene of utter destruction.

Craters, some small and others gaping in size, pockmarked the earth as far as the eye could see. Buildings that had once stood tall and proud were reduced to crumbling ruins, with only fragments of walls and shattered glass remaining. The twisted metal skeletons of vehicles littered the streets, their tires melted and engines charred.

The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of smoke, a sickening reminder of the devastation that had been wrought. A haunting silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional crackling of flames as they licked at what remained of structures.

Amongst the destruction, scattered remnants of life could be seen. The Nightmare Incarnates too were affected by Humanity's attack. Some melted into a puddle of goo, struggling to return to their solid forms, while others directly disintegrated.

As the smoke cleared slightly, revealing glimpses of the destruction below, it became apparent that the initial round of the carpet bombing had not been entirely successful. While some structures had been leveled, others stood defiantly amidst the ruins, their foundations weakened but intact.

The Abyss writhed in pain. The Grand Commanders could almost hear its agonized roar. Pristine white flames burn the abyss, causing it to recoil in fear again and again. This was a sign that the formula they used for the Magitech Shells was perfect against the Abyss.

At that moment, a faint shimmer of light enveloped the aircraft, and with a sudden jolt, the pilots found themselves back at the camp. The teleportation had been performed by West Two, utilizing Spatial Magic to bring them to safety.

Disoriented and shell-shocked, the pilots stumbled out of the aircraft, their faces etched with a mix of relief and disbelief. They gazed at each other, realizing the magnitude of the destruction they had witnessed. The scene they had just left behind would forever be etched in their memories.

As they stood there, catching their breath, the realization sank in that this was just the beginning. While their operation was a success, in truth it didn't do much to the Abyss at all.

Sure, the Abyss had been affected but a single round of bombing wouldn't stop it from producing more Nightmare Incarnates for them. Everyone knew that if they want to solve their problems, they had to do this multiple times. Only then would the Abyss be weakened enough for Humans to take the stage once more.

"Good work, Soldiers. Go back and rest. This war is far from over." Alice's voice echoed behind them. The team of pilots gave her a salute before returning to their camp.