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The mage legion organized and led by Sylas, a Demacian fugitive mage, fought a battle of swords and magic, courage and claws against the few thousand elite soldiers and palace guards who remained in the capital of the Kingdom of Demacia. The fighting eventually erupted into a massive brawl that engulfed half the city and lasted an entire day!

Although the royalist forces of Demacia ultimately defeated the mages of the reformist faction, the fighting in the city still hadn't ended, even now, as the sky gradually darkened. Sporadic battles were still taking place...

Squad after squad of Demacian soldiers had to be dispatched throughout the city. And so, the events of the day of the Cataclysm had once again unfolded in this battered city.

As it turned out, Sylas and some of the elite mages under his command who hadn't escaped the city were now causing destruction all over town. No one knew what methods they had used, but they had managed to mislead, confuse, control, or enrage large numbers of the Magical Creatures still trapped in the city.

"..."

"Heh heh heh..."

Sylas grinned maliciously. Having escaped the nobles, their commanders, and the elite palace guards who had been hunting him, he had successfully made it to a place with no pursuers. Then he spotted a whole horde of slime monsters squirming around in a nearby ditch. There were quite a lot of them, too.

At the sight,

his heart leaped with joy. He grinned and reached out with his hand, its long chains trailing behind it, as waves of dark Arcane energy began to emanate from him. He was going to use the special method he'd developed himself to take control of the slime monsters in a hurry, adding new fighters to his ranks and giving those