In the current year as the war rages onward, the three arch mages delve deep into research and humanitarian support toward civilians and war-torn refugees. Pneuma researches self-sufficient resources through magic, and accompanying Omega in humanitarian efforts and medical support. Omega was charged with the topic of self-perpetuating magic and in the off time assisting refugees and civilians with food, clothes, and shelter. Alpha, deviated compared to his other peers, his research was on the element of Wither taken from an expedition to the hell-like Nether. He was deep into his research, forsaken his relation and his charge bearing the title. Alpha got so obsessed with his research that each day that passed the vicinity around his tower slowly changed, darkened, decayed. The smell of ashes linger in the air, sensation of dread creeping behind any individual spine, echoes of distant cries reverberated inside a person’s mind. It was bad enough, in an excursion to observe and log changes in the world, Omega has found the environment not in the vicinity of Alpha changed and corrupted.
Omega once has enough, storm into the councils who has been inactive as the environment around them morphed and changed, take matter into his own hand proceed to issue a command toward any mages who research are adjacent and involve with the element of Wither to cease all activities or be strip of their capabilities to command the weave. Yet as he arrived toward Alpha’s chamber, it was too late. Alpha was already too enamored in his own masterpiece as everything around him decayed. This orb of Wither, crackling darken energies as it slowly draws in matter more and more as each second passes. Omega, applying his knowledge and skill, tries to mitigate and disintegrate the orb of Wither, yet failing to do so as Alpha prevents it through his own magecraft. A fight breaks out as destruction slowly encroaches the world, both mage giving their all for purpose untold. Chaos reign as Pneuma witnessing the event from the sideline as they try to evacuate every mages, civilian, and refugees. With each strike and imbalance of mana rippling through the weave, the enchantment around the orb of Wither slowly breaks, changes, and morphs into something new, something horrible. Alpha was past the point of no return fused himself with the Orb, corrupting everything around him. Alpha has turned into a horror that slowly eats away the world, corrupt and changes the very earth that he once existed. It turns and grows, grotesque and decaying, collapsing into a bright star before exploding into a gargantuan storm. The last thing anyone saw was a large Ω symbol and numerous magic circles brighten the skies in the despairing night.