Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer-Novel



As Alice, West Two, and their companions ventured deeper into the mysterious realm they had been transported to, they found themselves immersed in the captivating tapestry of an ancient battlefield frozen in time. The air carried the weight of forgotten wars, and the very essence of the place exuded an aura of age and significance.

The landscape unfolded before their eyes like a vivid painting of antiquity. Time-worn cobblestone paths meandered through the expanse, their once-smooth surfaces now weathered and cracked by the relentless passage of time. Fragments of shattered weapons and armor lay scattered across the ground, remnants of battles long lost to memory. Rust and decay clung to the discarded relics, a testament to the eons that had passed since their wielders last walked these lands.

The remnants of fortifications rose sporadically from the ground, their once-mighty walls now crumbled and broken. Weathered stone pillars, once proud and tall, stood as stoic sentinels, guarding the secrets of the past. Tattered banners hung limply from their poles, their vibrant colors faded to mere whispers of their former glory.

The battlefield itself stretched out like an expansive tableau, seemingly endless in its vastness. Undulating hills and valleys, scarred by the ravages of ancient conflicts, created a rugged terrain that bore witness to the tumultuous history it had hosted. Rows upon rows of forgotten graves, marked by time-eroded tombstones and overgrown with wild vegetation, served as silent reminders of the lives that were lost in battles long past.

The sky above seemed to mirror the timeless nature of the place, its hues tinged with a melancholic gray. Clouds hung low, heavy with unspoken stories, casting a diffused light upon the desolate expanse. There was an otherworldly stillness to the air, broken only by the occasional gusts of wind that carried echoes of forgotten battles and distant cries.

As Alice, West Two, and their comrades took in the panoramic view, a sense of reverence washed over them. This was a place steeped in history, a sacred ground where echoes of the past reverberated through time. Every inch of the ancient battlefield seemed to hold secrets waiting to be discovered, tales of valor and tragedy yearning to be unearthed.

In this realm of forgotten battles, Alice and her companions stood as guardians of the present, tasked with unraveling the mysteries that had brought them here. With each step they took, they felt a connection to the warriors who had come before them, their footsteps echoing alongside those of long-departed souls.

In the midst of this ancient battlefield, they knew that their mission had taken on an even greater significance.

As Alice and West Two stood amidst the ancient battlefield, their minds still grappling with the enigma of their unexpected arrival, they were startled by the sight of familiar faces emerging from the hazy distance. It was Blake and Mary, their comrades from Inferno, striding towards them with a mix of surprise and relief etched across their faces.

"Alice? West Two? What in the world are you doing here?" Blake exclaimed, his voice a blend of bewilderment and excitement.

Alice exchanged a bewildered glance with West Two before replying, "We could ask you the same question, Blake. We were just discussing how we ended up in this mysterious realm ourselves."

Mary joined in, she saw visions of what happened and her eyes went wide with amazement. "The same storm that swept you two here also engulfed Inferno. Our entire army, the forces stationed there, they're all here."

The realization settled heavily upon them. The storm had not been selective in its power, encompassing both Paradiso and Inferno within its grasp. The questions burned in their minds, seeking answers to the unexplained phenomenon that had brought them all together on this ancient battlefield.

"We were stationed in different worlds, different realms," West Two mused, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Yet, here we are, united in this place that defies logic."

Blake nodded, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "It can't be a mere coincidence. There must be a reason why we've been drawn here, why the forces of humanity have converged in this ancient realm."

Alice's gaze scanned the surroundings, her mind racing with possibilities. "Perhaps this battlefield holds a key, a clue to the mysteries we seek. Whatever brought us here must be connected to the corrupted councilmen, to the very heart of the darkness we've been fighting against."

As the magnitude of their situation sank in, they realized that they were no longer isolated factions in their respective realms. They were now a united force, standing together against a common enemy within this unfamiliar realm. The ancient battlefield, with its haunting aura and unknown secrets, beckoned them to unravel its enigmatic truths.

The atmosphere on the ancient battlefield suddenly shifted, as if the very air grew heavy with an ominous presence. The malignant energy of the Abyss began to spread, sweeping across the land like a creeping shadow. Alice, West Two, Blake, and Mary exchanged worried glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of alarm and trepidation.

Their attention was drawn towards the horizon, where the sky darkened at an alarming rate. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being consumed by an insidious darkness. The once serene battlefield became a stage for impending chaos, a battleground where the forces of corruption sought to claim dominance.

As their eyes widened in shock, they realized they were not alone in this ancient realm. Celestials and Hypogeans, beings from realms beyond their own, stood alongside them, their expressions filled with confusion and despair. The same darkness that had corrupted the councilmen now clawed its way towards them, threatening to devour everything in its path.

One by one, the Celestials and Hypogeans succumbed to the insidious influence of the Abyss. Their forms twisted and contorted, their once noble visages distorted into grotesque abominations. The Nightmare Incarnates, born from the corruption that had consumed the councilmen, now multiplied in their ranks.

The revelation struck the Grand Commanders like a lightning bolt. The transformation of their adversaries, the Celestials and Hypogeans, into Nightmare Incarnates, sent shockwaves through their ranks. The realization that their enemies had become even more formidable and dangerous was a chilling prospect.

The Grand Commanders swiftly assessed the gravity of the situation. The Celestials and Hypogeans, once their enemies, now posed an unprecedented threat as Nightmare Incarnates. Their corrupted forms exuded darkness and malevolence, their powers magnified and twisted beyond recognition. This unexpected turn of events left the Grand Commanders on high alert, scrambling to devise a strategy to counter this newfound peril.

Grim determination etched on their faces, the Grand Commanders issued urgent orders to their troops. The Human Army mobilized with renewed urgency, fortifying their defenses and organizing their forces to face the onslaught of the Nightmare Incarnates. The realization that their former adversaries had become nightmarish monstrosities fueled their resolve to stand strong against the impending assault.

Alice, West Two, Blake, and Mary, leaders in the Human Army, stood at the forefront of the preparations. Their initial enmity with the Celestials and Hypogeans was eclipsed by the dire threat that now loomed over them. They recognized the urgent need for unity and collaboration to confront this shared enemy.

"We cannot underestimate the Nightmare Incarnates," Alice declared, her voice tinged with a mix of alarm and determination. "Their transformation has made them more dangerous than ever. We must adapt our strategies and leverage every resource at our disposal to defend against their assault."

West Two nodded, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Their corruption has amplified their powers and warped their minds. We must exploit their weaknesses and find a way to turn the tide in our favor."

Blake and Mary, fully aware of the formidable enemy they now faced, exchanged a glance filled with resolve. "We have no choice but to fight," Blake affirmed. "This new threat threatens not just us, but all of humanity. We must rally our forces and confront them head-on."

With unwavering determination, the Grand Commanders and their troops honed their skills and prepared for the imminent battle. The threat of the Nightmare Incarnates hung heavy in the air, driving them to push their limits and devise strategies to overcome this unforeseen obstacle.

The ancient battlefield became a hive of activity as the Human Army readied themselves for the confrontation ahead. Weapons were sharpened, spells were practiced, and defensive lines were fortified. The once clear lines of enmity blurred as humanity united against this newfound enemy.

In the midst of the preparations, the Grand Commanders remained vigilant, ensuring that every aspect of the defense was in order. The alarm caused by the transformation of their enemies into Nightmare Incarnates only deepened their commitment to protect their people and secure a future for humanity.

The time for contemplation or reflection would come later. For now, their focus was singular—to repel the encroaching Nightmare Incarnates and safeguard humanity from this unprecedented threat. With resilience in their hearts and unity as their strength, they braced themselves for the battle that would determine the fate of their world.

The battlefield awaited its reckoning, and the Grand Commanders, alongside Alice, West Two, Blake, and Mary, stood ready to face the encroaching darkness. With their determination undiminished, they would rally their forces and confront the Nightmare Incarnates head-on, knowing that their very survival depended on their ability to prevail against this fearsome enemy.