An old man, average in height and wearing blue robes, stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the world as it slowly came to an end. Spheres of brilliant colors floated in the sky, breaking and absorbing the land beneath.
“The end of the world…” the old man muttered, eyeing the destruction upon the beautiful world he called home while stroking his waist length beard. “I must stop it.”
He began emitting particles of light and soared high into the air, causing the wind to get separated by the barrier protecting him as he flew towards the source of the problem; demons.
With jet black wings and bodies with blank faces, the minions of destruction were responsible for conjuring the brilliant glowing spheres. Upon seeing him, they began launching their attack spells at him.
“You need more than numbers to defeat me,” he said confidently
His magic consisted of earth, wind and ice that dealt a powerful blow to the enemies. They retaliated by firing balls out of their mouths, but he merely waved his staff and blocked them with ease.
“Stop!” Shouted a voice from behind them.
They stopped and parted to make way for the Wrath of Destruction, the son of the God of Destruction, who smiled coldly down at him.
“You impress me, magician.
The old magician replied coolly. “I’m not here to impress you.”
His enemy let out a cold laughter before swaying his hand around and asked, “You liking the view? It’s remarkable how the end of a world looks.”
“That’s what I’m here to stop,” the magician replied in a firm voice.
He began chanting in a strange language while particles of light began emitting from the ground and took the forms of different looking creatures.
“Spirits of life and truth, perform your duties and save this world!
The light spirits flew towards their enemy in an instant, whom the Wrath of Destruction welcomed with a grinning face as he ordered his army to fight back.
Several minutes later, the armored demigod lay with his back against the ground covered in extensive wounds while blood seeped through his broken armor. The old magician stood over him, sporting heavy injuries of his own. Around them lay the dead bodies of the monsters, turning it into a graveyard.
“You may have defeated me, but even you can’t stop the end of this world now!” The Wrath of Destruction said gleefully.
The old mage looked down at his enemy in exhaustion. He used up all of his magic and exhausted his supply of magical items, such as potions of healing, stamina and energy
“You’re right,” the old mage admitted after a few seconds pause, “but someone else can!”
And he put his staff in front of him and grabbed it with both of his hands before activating his magic. In an instant, the wind blew wildly and the pressure thickened around them.
“What… What’re you doing?” The Wrath of Destruction asked weakly.
At that moment, a blinding light erupted from the sky and shot down before revealing a being of great power enveloped by it.
“You have summoned me, mortal. Why?” The great deity asked in a voice that caused the world to shake.
“Oh, Entity Limitless, I beseech thee to save my world!”
“Very well, but a high price must be paid.”
“In that case, take whatever I have! Strength, power, knowledge, wisdom and all of me!” The old man offered, spreading his arms out wide
There was a moment of silence before the great Entity Limitless replied, “No. It is not enough.” As the mage became disheartened, the Entity Limitless suddenly suggested, “However, you can stop this from ever happening by going back into the past.”
“Yes, but your soul will go back into the past and be reborn in a time when the beginning of the end has not occurred. That is your only chance to save your world.”
The mage was momentarily shocked at the prospect of going back into the past before saying, “Yes! I accept your offer!” Thus, the contract was made, just as the spheres of brilliant light went critical before exploding with great force. The old man faced the wave of destruction and took his final breath before he was wiped out along with the rest of the world, but his soul got transported through the stream of time to the past with hopes of stopping the upcoming calamity.