Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer



The Capital City of the Celestials stood as a beacon of grandeur and divine beauty, with its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. But now, it lay in ruins, ravaged by the relentless onslaught of humanity's forces. Buildings once adorned with intricate celestial designs were now reduced to crumbling structures, their ethereal beauty replaced by haunting devastation.

The streets were strewn with debris and broken fragments of celestial architecture. Shattered statues of revered figures littered the thoroughfares, their once-glorious forms now marred and fragmented. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid scent of burning mingling with the cries of anguish and the clash of weapons.

As the invaders pressed forward, the citizens of the Capital City, those who had not yet evacuated, huddled together in fear and desperation. They sought solace in the sacred temples, their hearts heavy with the weight of uncertainty. With tears streaming down their faces, they clasped their hands in prayer, beseeching their god for salvation, for a glimmer of hope in their darkest hour.

But their pleas fell upon deaf ears. The celestial sky remained silent, offering no solace or guidance. The Celestial God, their divine protector, remained silent and distant, his presence seemingly withdrawn. The people's cries echoed through the desolate streets, unanswered and unheard.

In the face of such devastation, the citizens of the Capital City, once filled with unshakable faith, felt their hope waver. They saw their homes, their sanctuaries, and their dreams crumble before their very eyes. The weight of despair settled upon their hearts as they realized that their god, the one they had revered and worshiped for eons, had seemingly abandoned them in their time of need.

Yet, amidst the chaos and despair, a flicker of resilience emerged. A determination sparked within the hearts of the celestial citizens. They knew they could not rely solely on their god's intervention. They would have to fight, to rise and defend their beloved city with their own strength. They vowed to unite, to stand as one against the relentless human invaders, for they understood that their fate rested in their own hands.

The city, once a symbol of celestial might, now bore the scars of war. Its grand architecture lay broken and shattered, its sacred halls desecrated by the invading forces. But within the hearts of the celestial citizens, a fire burned bright. They would not surrender to despair. They would fight to reclaim their city, to protect their homes, and to restore the glory that once graced the Capital City of the Celestials.

A group of soldiers mustered up the courage to face their enemies, on their way, they discovered another group of like-minded people doing the same, but that group was now in a heated argument with their attackers...

The clash of words reverberated through the war-torn streets, echoing the deep-seated anger and resentment that fueled both sides of the conflict. Celestial and human forces stood face to face, their gazes locked in a battle of wills, each side hardened by the weight of their own grievances.

"Why do you do this to us? What have we done to deserve this onslaught?" one of the Celestials spoke, his voice filled with anguish and confusion. He couldn't comprehend why humanity had chosen to wage war against them, why they were subjected to such relentless aggression.

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, silence settled upon the battlefield. Then, a captain of the human forces stepped forward, his eyes burning with a mix of determination and rage. He spoke with a voice that carried the weight of centuries of suffering and oppression.

"Your ignorance is astounding," the human captain retorted, his voice laced with bitter resentment. "You ask what you have done? You invaded our once peaceful home, treating our kind as nothing more than a rare delicacy, consuming our lives and draining our very essence."

He continued, each word punctuated with a ferocious intensity. "You destroyed our civilizations, pushing us to the brink of extinction. You reveled in your superiority, lording over us as if we were nothing more than mere playthings. The atrocities committed by your kind are countless, and yet you dare to question why we fight back?"

A mix of anger and pain washed over the celestial faces, their expressions a reflection of the weight of their sins. The irony of their own accusations against humanity resonated within their hearts, a bitter truth they couldn't deny. They had grown complacent, blinded by their own sense of superiority.

The human captain's words hung in the air, casting a heavy pall over the battlefield. The clash of ideals, fueled by years of oppression and retribution, fueled the fires of war. The future seemed uncertain, the cost of this conflict yet unknown. But both sides understood that the cycle of violence and revenge would exact a heavy toll on all involved.

The bitter silence that followed the human captain's words was broken by a resolute voice rising from the ranks of the celestial forces. A Celestial commander stepped forward, his expression a mix of regret and defiance.

"But that wasn't our intention! We just wanted to bring you to the side of justice! We just want you to embrace our god, to enjoy the eternal life he brings to his loyal subjects! Why must you all settle the score this way when all we ever did was for your own good!"

"You speak of justice, of settling scores," the captain responded, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But have you ever considered the suffering we endured under the rule of the Celestials and Hypogeans? We were taken from our homes, treated as slaves, and subjected to unimaginable cruelty. Our lives were mere playthings for your kind, disposable in your pursuit of power and dominance."

He continued, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and anguish. "We were forced to witness the destruction of our families, the annihilation of our cities, and the desecration of all that we held dear. For centuries, we endured the relentless oppression of our races. We prayed for deliverance, for someone to come and free us from the chains of our tormentors."

A palpable tension hung in the air as the bitter reality of their shared history clashed with the present. The celestial commander's words cut through the defenses of the human forces, piercing their hearts with the weight of their own actions.

But the human captain, undeterred, stepped forward once again, his eyes blazing with a mix of determination and sorrow. "We never wanted any of this. We just want to exist in our world, but your kind seems to have problems with that." he said, his voice filled with a hardened resolve. "We refuse to forget the countless lives lost, the civilizations erased, and the dreams shattered by your kind. Our actions now are born out of the collective will to ensure that such horrors will never befall us again."

The war had just begun, and the wounds of the past ran deep. Both celestial and human forces were prepared to pay the price for their actions, to settle the score and claim what they believed was rightfully theirs. The irony of the situation was not lost on anyone, as the wolves were now at the gate, ready to exact their own form of justice upon those who had long held dominion over them.

This was just the beginning, the opening salvo in a war that would bring forth consequences and challenges unimaginable to both sides. As the clash of words gave way to the clash of weapons, the battleground became a testament to the culmination of years of suffering and the desire for retribution. The full extent of the cost of this war was yet to be seen, but one thing was certain: the price would be paid twofold, and the path to redemption would be paved with blood and tears.

Later that day...

The celestial reinforcements arrived at the devastated capital city, their expressions filled with shock and grief. Their arrival was met with silence, broken only by the haunting echoes of destruction and the distant cries of anguish.

The once magnificent city now lay in ruins, its majestic buildings reduced to rubble, its streets stained with the blood of fallen celestial beings. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and despair, a somber reminder of the irreversible devastation that had unfolded.

The celestial warriors moved through the wreckage, their hearts heavy with sorrow and regret. They surveyed the scene, their eyes falling upon the lifeless bodies of their fellow kin, their faces etched with pain and disbelief.

As they searched for survivors, hope dwindled with each passing moment. The once bustling city had become a graveyard, its vibrant spirit extinguished by the merciless hands of war. The celestial reinforcements were confronted with the harsh reality that their arrival had come too late to save their beloved capital city and its inhabitants.

A heavy silence enveloped them as they stood amidst the ruins, a mournful tribute to the lives lost and the shattered dreams that now lay in tatters. Tears welled in their eyes, but grief transformed into determination as they vowed to avenge their fallen brethren and rebuild what had been destroyed.

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