-1 day later

  The elf king arrives at the east shore of Eaven. He looks far ahead into Paradise.

  “They haven’t reached it yet; there’s still time.” The elf king says.

  Meanwhile, the desert scouts spot the dragons. The scouts sigh and subconsciously prepare for death.

  “Lets do this,” the scout leader says

  They begin to shoot the dragons with as many arts as they can to get their attention. “What is this?” Mayhem thinks to himself.

  “It seems the elves have sent us an appetizer.” Mayhem says.

  He dives straight down, piercing the clouds. The other dragons quickly follow behind.

  “RUN!” the scout leader yells.

  The elf scouts disperse running deeper in to the desert.

  “WRRRRRRRRRAAAAH!” Mayhem roars.

  The sound hits the ears of the elves.

  “AAAAAAAH! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!” the elves cry out in agony.

  They drop to their knees and cover their ears, but it’s far too late. The sound echos thought there skull.

  “I CAN’T TAKE IT!” an elf scout says.

  He brings his hand to his face and tries to blast his head off, but he can’t seem to control his source at all. Mayhem blast the sandy desert and his purple flames spread, creating an ocean of molten sand. The scout leader continues to run and run. The dragons swoop down and swipe their claws at him, but he skillfully dodges. He wants to fight back, but it would be no use. He’s too scared to even look back. His body only moves on his will to live, but it’s soon fading. As more and more dragons fly down, their mere presence in enough to bring the scout leader’s heart to a stop.

  “It’s…really over…” the scout leader collapses as his vision tunnels and the world around him fades to black.

  The dragon devours the elf’s body. “That was barely an appetizer, but it seems there’s more over there. I can sense their fading will to live,” Mayhem says.

  The dragons fly off deeper into the desert, ready to ponces on their next meal. As the day goes on, the scouts slowly lead the dragons away from Paradise. Finally, Mayhem spots the red sand that surrounds them and smile and takes in a deep breath.

  “That’s the smell I remember.” Mayhem says.

  The War is officially back on. Running forward, the elves in the front attract the dragons’ attention. There are roughly 500 times more elves than dragons. The battle is on; the elves on the ground are as spread out as possible to avoid being taken out in large numbers at once. Philip and the other inner council member gather far away to charge an attack. Some skilled elves along with skill fighter and inner council member John take to the sky and, with quick aerial turns, he leads some dragons straight into the crosshairs of the council members’ attacks. It’s enough to blow a hole through a normal dragon, but Mayhem is way too quick to be caught by such a weak attack. He sweeps through the desert battle field letting out his ear piercing roar.

  “Cover your ear and surround your mind with source. If you don’t, his scream will drive you in insanity.” James says.

  “I never thought I’d have to share a battle field with Mayhem ever again.” Philip says.

  “Yes, but it seems he’s the only elder here. If Havoc and Thánatos where here, the battle would already be as good as over.” Peter says.

  Mayhem has incinerated hundreds of elves now, but unknown to him, he is being slowly led away by from the other. The elves aim to try to swarm the weaker dragons and fire max power wind or water blast between their scales or at their eyes.

  “Get behind them!” An elf yells out.

  They make sure to gain as much as an advantage in the fight as they can.

  -4hrs into the war

  Current count on each side. 1 elder dragon and 186 dragons left. 7 blessed elves and 95,000 elves left.

  “Sir Mayhem has been led away.”

  “At least some things are going to plan. You are dismissed,” Philip responds.

  Philip leaves to get their only current ace. One of the few blessed elves that had survived the last elf dragon war as a front-line fighter. “Simon it’s time.” Philip says.

  Three of the five inner council members gather around him and place their hands on him. “Your currently our last hope. If you mange to kill Mayhem, we might actually have a chance at surviving this.” Peter says.

  Simon nods his head, then takes in the source of the council member. As the source leaves there body their hands begin to shake.

  “That’s enough for me, and John will be joining you.” James says.

  The three warriors head off towards Mayhem. “To think we don’t even have 10 blessed elves on the field…back in the first way, there were over one thousand.” Philip says.

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  “We only one that because a bigger monster was born. He might be a fool, but his strength knows no equal…” Peter says.

  The battle rages on as more die on each side and the battle of three warriors and Mayhem begin. Mayem licks the glossy blood of his lips. His tongue a pitch black and teeth bright red. His jade colored eyes glow bright and his white scales are almost blinding to look at in the midday sun.

  “HAHAHAHA!” Mayhem laughs as he looks at the ants in front of him.

  This jagged razor claws larger than their entire body. He spread his wing out wide; the sun glows through them showing the bright red color. As he goes to flap his colossal wing, he lets out a breath of purple flames. The flames latch on to the scattered sand as it's blown all around him. Simon and the other dash off in different directions. Simon leaps up, John takes the right while James takes the left. They mange to barley dodge the Inferno dust cloud. Mayhem closes up, wrapping his wings around himself. With Mayhem’s faces covered, Simon has no good place to attack. James and John, now behind him, fly up.

  “What’s he doing?” John asks.

  a shiver runs through Simon “Get..get…GET BACK!” Simon yells.

  He grabs John and James and bolts as far away as he can.

  tisssssssss…WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHA!

  as Mayhem opened his wing, the stored up breath attack quickly expands like an instant explosion it devours everything in its path.

  “AAHHHHH!” The flame manages to get on the foot of James and the arm of Simon.

  Simon gets to the ground and instantly chops off his arm. “CUT YOUR LEG OFF NOW!” Simon yells.

  James freezes from pure shock. John act quickly and blasts James’ leg off.

  “I remember that flame now. It feeds off source.” John says.

  “Exactly if we are ever hit with a direct attack, we are as good as dead-” a sudden attack interrupts Simon.

  John’s head lays in the hand of Mayhem. Mayhem takes a bit of it; the unsettling crunch of John’s skull rings in Simon’s head.

  “So what were you guys talking about?” Mayhem asks.

  “He…he transfor-” Mayhem kick in Jame’s rips puncturing his lungs.

  “I wasn’t asking you,” Mayhem says.

  “A…Ah…Aaa..a..aoh.” James gasp for air and holds his chest. He tries to heal while Mayhem talks to Simon.

  “We…we…we” Simon is face to face with Mayhem now.

  He stares into his jade eyes. His body is unwilling to move. All survival instincts are telling Simon to give up, this death in inescapable. “The youngest of the elder dragons, Mayhem…so this is how I meet my end. I lived through one war to die in the next. I was never special…some may call it luck, but from what I see now, I’d call it quite the opposite.” Simon thinks.

  Mayhem leans in close, the blood of John’s head dripping from his mouth and onto Simon’s head. “A silent death, how boring,” Mayhem says.

  Mayhem opens his jaw wide and swallows the rest of John’s head, then drives his claws into the back of Simon’s back and picks him up.

  “SCREAM FOR ME! I SAID SCREAM! I WANNA HEAR YOU CRY OUT!” Mayhem yells.

  “Noo…I can’t. I won’t!” Simon thinks. His will to live has finally left him, but his spite is still holding in strong. It takes everything in him to form and a disfigured smile. His lips tremble as he stares at Mayhem.

  “Fff…fu..ck..you,” Simon lips out.

  The color in his eye soon fades after. “What was that? TELL ME WHAT YOU SAID! SAY IT AGAIN!” Mayhem yells as he shakes Simon’s corpse.

  “HEY AM TALKING TO YOU!” Mayhem shouts and screams, but Simon has already passed.

  He digs deeper into his back and spits him apart. “THAT BASTARD!” he yells.

  He holds one half of him in each hand and takes bites off of him, bone and all. “This isn’t as fun as I thought I’d be…” Mayhem begrudgingly admits, like a child unhappy with his toys.

  Run…

  Mayhem looks around. “Mother?” he whispers.

  RUN

  “A coward’s thought would never cross my mind; what’s going on?” Mayhem says.

  He looks around and sees nothing, yet feels like he’s being watched…no more as if he’s being hunted. Mayhem is frantic as he continue’s looking around, but all he sees is a red desert with the only life blooming from the blood that stains the sanding ground.

  RUN!

  “Who-”

  swoooshh…BANG!

  Mayhem tries to dodge, but the hit goes through, blasting a hole through his left shoulder and causing visible damage to half his face. The elf, thousands of miles away, lets out an annoyed sigh.

  “Why won’t you just sit still and die.” The elf king says.

  Mayhem jumps to the clouds, healing his shoulder and face. “Where did that come from?” Mayhem thought. As he heals, his bright red wings emerge from his heavily scale covered back.

  “Did he really go into the clouds to hide…” The elf king clenches his teeth and bolts off. May.

  2hr later

  Mayhem has returned to the main fight and has slaughtered thousands of

  Current count on each side, 1 elder dragon and 180 dragons left. 4 blessed elves and 82,000 elves left.

  As many elves fall, some begin to lose hope. Some try to run, some let it all go. But very few choose to fight. To let go of every other emotion. Let the will of their anger drive them forward. As they lie there soaked in the blood of their comrades. They open their eyes to see death reaching out his hand. They swipe his hand away and get up.

  “Fuck you! FUCK ALL THESE BASTARDS!”

  Their skin begins to darken and their eyes begin to glow a dark crimson. “Am…not done yet…ahhh…AHHHH…” the newly born dark elf screams.

  It’s only a matter of time before he looses him mind. He run around blasting max out put arts and taking in the source of his dead ally to heal. The dragon flames no longer have an effect on him; they are forced to take him out using psychical attack. As the fight goes on, another elf turns. Jumping straight into the mouth of a dragon as it let out a fire breath without a shred of fear in him. He climbs up into the nose hole and into the brain.

  BANG!

  Blast goes off inside the dragon’s skull. The dark begins to tear the dragon’s brain and absorb the source in it. He then climbs out the nose and keeps on fighting. His eyes twitch as they gloss over and turn and washed out purple. He begins to see the art unfold in front of his eyes, but his mind is now far gone, now fully acting on pure bloodlust. He continues his mindless rampage and with a simple glance, he cast a max out frozen shower in the eyes of a dragon. The colossal ice spite shoot straight into the eye of the dragon. A dragon leap at the dark elf from behind, but there is nothing he can’t see coming. He latches his source to the ice spike in the other dragon’s eye and pulls him towards him, having him crash into the leaping dragon as the dark elf dashes out of the way. The other dark elf isn’t as luck as the dragon creates a cage around him, leaving him with no escape. They blast him with fire and lighting breath. He resists the lighting, but the fire melts his skin. He tries to reach out and pull them close, but his rage is silenced by death. Mayhem scouts the field and finds the other dark elf. Not exactly easy, miss. The more he rampages, the stronger he gets, absorbing more and more source. “Finally…” Mayhem grins. “lets see how long it takes for him to break,” Mayhem thinks. 3 dragon piled around him and other look down on him from the sky.

  “STAND BACK! THIS IS MY PREY!” Mayhem yells.

  Dragons and elves alight all back off.

  “What’s going on over there?” Peter asks.

  “One of the troop have turned and now he’s fighting Mayhem one on one.” Philip says.

  “One on one…tell the troops to lead the surrounding dragons away one by one. We can pick them off while the other stare at the fight. We have to take advantage of this at once and lead them even farther away from us. Once the dragons thin off, we might even be able to charge an attack on Mayhem while he plays around with the dark elf.” Peter says.