A week ago Sage had agreed to help a group of mages in defending the poorer side of Era. On that day he was called to aid the poor people, there had been an attack by dark mages. Sage knew that he was not in the right condition to fight. He could not conjure any spell, not even a single one. But he thought that he could help the children and elderly get to safety so he rushed his way there. Arriving at the place of event, it could be seen that there are already a few other mages fighting off the dark mages and helping the weak to escape.

His eye wasn't hurting, yet. He was worried that it would in the middle of his work. It would stop him from being able to further help them, and he didn't want that to happen. He doesn't like to be useless. He head to the houses and checked on every single one of them, making sure that it was emptied. If he so happen to find someone he would escort them to the other mages who were escorting a group of the poor people far from the dangerous situation. Even though without his magic, Sage tried to be of a help, it didn't matter if he had his magic or not, as he still got his brain and his able body.

WC: 231

War was always a subcontract definition that Kaldwon endlessly had trouble comprehending. With no true challenge thus far pending in his life, he had no true abrupt reason to conflict himself in warfare hence that no being could pose a proper threat to his amendment. So why push onward with war if it just instigated his periodontal for dominate world tranquility. Albeit this whole written contract he had noted himself to practice this art his entire life; The blistering creation of heat and mana couldn't foresee this whole new chapter of his own life that was about unravel right before him. With both old and new enemies lingering in the lot about, how will Caspian wage on this journey? That, will be solely up to his personal will to push himself onward through the midst of it all.

The blood curdling cries sung their sweet melodies as Caspian fended off the cowards, the true cowards that spent their free time harming others. Forcing the defenceless into a state of terror as they slaughtered countless innocents, no more would the transcended being put up with this. His very being boiled as markings crept up his godlike physique, the alien like tattoos coiling around him before he burst into energy. His mana bubbled and his aura fluctuated, the very source of energy and life source oozed out from the vessel as he had found a new strength. Vanishing from sight to those untrained in the arts of battle, his body rematerialized before on of the suspected assailants before the blood pummeled his body to a pulp with a series of blows aimed for his vital points and chest. The snapping of bone and churning of beaten muscle filled the arena, smothering the cries for plea as the Fairy Tail mage continued his rampage. Caspian Kaldwin was no longer human, he was a God... yet even a God required assistance.

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WC: 320
Used Race Transformation: -5% Mana

"Fuh, fuh,",

His lungs expanded and the air from the environment rushed into the cavity. An exchange of gases occurred in his lungs. The muscle of the lungs then contracted, releasing the air waste inside his lungs out from his body. Sage was panting, gasping for air. His heart beats faster and faster, supplying his hungry muscles with oxygen. Sage tried to stay calm amidst the chaos, he could hear cries of women and children, curses and spells of the enemies being thrown as well as the mages who were defending the people. Sage ran to a house and went inside it, looking for anybody who was left. He checked room after room, under tables and sinks, inside the wardrobes for maybe scared children might be hiding inside. He did not find anybody inside the house so he went out.

Suddenly his left eye began to sting. "Ah!", he exclaimed, shocked by the sudden pain while he immediately moved his hands towards his left eye. He knelt down for awhile, waiting for the pain to subdue. After a few minutes of holding the pain in, it finally subdued. He slowly removed his hands from his left eye and blinked a couple times before observing his environment. It seemed like nothing noticed him, which was good. He stood up from his kneeling position and went back to what he was doing.

WC: 227
T WC: 458

Caspian cracked a wild, prideful grin as he pummeled the dark mage into a dark crimson pulp. The shock of each punch that connected vibrated through fists, the taste of the metal/iron like taste in his mouth as he licked the crimson from his lip as he heard the sound of his heart in his ears. He truly had transcended what he believed was the mortal realm, he exceeded any and all expectations by those whom believed he would be a good for nothing. The snapping of bones echoed before he felt himself being pushed back, quickly stumbling as his golden hues averted up. He was attacked by a man, however it didn't matter, abandoning his transformation the Fairy Tail member crossed his arms over his chest. A red seal expanding before bursting, as the brawler's skin began to shift into a crimson hue. His pupils dilated as he cackled, his heart slamming against his chest at inhuman levels.

Launching toward his foes, the surface below him cracked, tiles spewed up behind him as a miniature crater was formed from his apparent launch. Every stamp and lunge ruined the concrete below him, before he delivered a wild hook. Crunch! His fist struck their chin and immediately broke the goon's jaw upon contact, hurling him into a nearby building. The group of attackers were stunned by the new burst in strength, terrified by this freak of nature before he continued his malicious assault. His body, his very being, mind and soul craved satisfaction. He hungered for glory, victory. To soil his seeds of greatness and sow them throughout the land, to be known as the strongest there is. That there ever was. Caspian belched a malicious cackle, before finding a elbow to his chin, spewing blood from his maw before yanking the attacker's shoulder out of place. Dislocating it before driving his heel into their teeth, forcing their pearls down their throat as he held off the group of bandits and dark mages that attempted to plague the land... Caspian had to protect the innocent, as their God.

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WC: 354
Stopped Transformation and activated the spell; Advance.

Sage went to check another house, this time the house was much smaller and looks older than the other houses in the area. The mage in white walks in and searched the house, trying to find any potential survivors. After looking through the rooms he couldn't find anyone. But then he heard cries. It sounded like it belonged to a small girl. He focused on the noise of the tears, he heard it coming from somewhere in the kitchen. So he head towards the kitchen and began to open each cabinet until when he found her. A small girl with short black hair. Her clothes were dirty from the dusts that when flying as a result of the aftermath of the conjuring of spells nearby the house.

The mage smiled at her, his smile has always been known to charm others as it gave them some sort of tranquility inside. "You don't have to be scared, I'm here to help." he said, his voice soothing and calming to the ear. The girl stopped crying but sobbed a little, she looked at him and crawled towards the white haired mage. He picked her up from the cabinet and placed her on the ground, she looked like she was about 4 years of age, and she could walk on her own. "Now let's go!", he said, with his hand holding the girl's, they ran out of the destroyed house and head towards a safer place. But unluckily for them, they had to past some people who were fighting. Sage kept running while observing the fight, he could see someone about his age with dirty blonde hair taking on a group of dark mages on his own. He was quite impressed by the feat the blonde haired mage possessed, maybe a little bit charmed?

Suddenly, a dark mage jumped onto them, trying to get a hold of the little girl. As Sage realized this, he immediately pushed the girl away from the dark mage's reach. The dark mage grunted and looked at Sage. He didn't want to make it obvious that he couldn't fight, so he put his hands forward, the dark mage stepped forward, and Sage stepped backward awkwardly. A grin then stretched across the dark mage's face. 'He knows,' Sage thought. The dark mage quickly grabbed Sage and threaten him by drawing a knife towards his neck. The dark mage then moved forward, heading towards where the blonde mage was. "Stop or not he will pay the price!" the dark mage said loudly at the blonde mage.

Sage was breathing heavily, he did not know what to do, was there anything he could do? His physical strength is his greatest weakness he could not possible win his way out. Plus the dark mage's grab was strong as hell that it hurts. He did not want his to life to end, no, not yet, he still have many things he wanted to do. He begged in his eyes, please, save me.


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