Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer

The realization hit the Human Army with a crushing weight as they stood on the desolate battlefield, their only link to their home shattered before them. The collapse of the wormhole meant they were stranded in an unknown realm, far from the familiar embrace of the Blue Marble Planet. Uncertainty and desperation settled over the soldiers, casting a shadow of doubt upon their hearts.

Their once hopeful spirits now wavered, for they were faced with a harsh reality: survival in this foreign land would require more than just resilience and valor. The resources on their ships were limited, and time was running out. If they didn't find a way to secure a future for themselves, the sacrifice of the Grand Commanders would indeed be in vain.

Amidst the whispers of anxiety and murmurs of despair, a flicker of determination ignited within the ranks. Leaders emerged, officers and seasoned soldiers who refused to succumb to despair. They called upon the remnants of their once formidable army, rallying their comrades to face the challenges ahead with unyielding resolve.

Gathered around makeshift command centers, the officers pored over maps and navigational charts, desperately searching for clues that would guide them towards a solution. They tapped into their collective knowledge, drawing upon the expertise of engineers, astrophysicists, and strategists among their ranks. Every mind was dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of this unknown realm.

In their quest for answers, the soldiers ventured into the treacherous landscapes that lay beyond the battlefield. They braved the perils of the Primeval Battlefield, scouting for any signs of civilization or remnants of advanced technology that could aid their cause. Every discovery, no matter how small, held the potential to unlock the path back to their home.

Meanwhile, scientists and researchers worked tirelessly to decode the anomalies of this realm. They analyzed the unique energies and gravitational forces that permeated the environment, seeking patterns and correlations that might lead them to a solution. The search for answers was not just a quest for survival; it was a quest for hope, a beacon that could guide them back to the Blue Marble Planet.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the Human Army refused to yield to despair. They honed their survival skills, adapting to the harsh realities of their new surroundings. They scoured the land for food and resources, utilizing their ingenuity to fashion tools and weapons from the remnants of their shattered aircraft. Every day was a battle for survival, a testament to their unwavering spirit.

Through perseverance and unwavering determination, a breakthrough finally came. A group of astrophysicists discovered a faint signal, a faint echo of the wormhole's collapse. It was a glimmer of hope, a potential key to unraveling the mysteries of this realm and finding a way back home.

With renewed vigor, the Human Army set out on a new mission. They followed the echoes of the collapsed wormhole, tracking the residual energy signatures left in its wake. It was a dangerous journey fraught with uncertainty, but they were driven by a singular purpose—to reclaim their place among the stars.

As they ventured deeper into the unknown, they encountered new challenges and encountered strange and hostile creatures. But their resolve remained unshakable. The memory of the Grand Commanders' sacrifice fueled their determination, reminding them of the debt they owed to those who had given their lives in the hope of a brighter future.

The path ahead was treacherous and filled with countless obstacles, but the Human Army pressed on, united by their shared purpose. They would overcome the adversities that fate had thrown their way, for they carried within them the indomitable spirit of humanity.

In this realm of uncertainty and danger, they would forge their own destiny and find a way back home. The legacy of the Grand Commanders would not be in vain, for their sacrifice had ignited a flame of resilience that burned within the hearts of every soldier, guiding them towards a future where they would reclaim what was lost and emerge victorious.

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While the Human Army tried their best to search for a way back home, the Grand Commanders were facing an imminent danger...

As West Two slowly rose to his feet, a wave of disorientation washed over him. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty, grappling with the unfamiliarity of his surroundings. The barren landscape stretched out before him, devoid of life and devoid of answers. The emptiness seemed to mirror the void that gnawed at his own being.

With a heavy heart, West Two turned his gaze towards his companions—Blake, Mary, and Alice. Relief washed over him as he saw them, their presence a glimmer of hope amidst the desolation. Blake, ever protective, held the girls tightly, their faces etched with both the scars of battle and the resilience of survivors.

West Two's thoughts raced, piecing together fragments of memories and fears. Had they too been consumed by the Abyss? Were they now trapped in this desolate realm, forever severed from their home? The weight of responsibility bore down upon him, urging him to ensure the safety and well-being of those he held dear.

Determined, West Two approached his companions, his steps hesitant yet resolute. He reached out, gently placing a hand on Blake's shoulder. The Titan turned to face him, his expression a mix of relief and concern. The bond they shared transcended mere words, and in that moment, understanding passed between them.

Mary, the Oracle Sage, looked up at West Two with her piercing gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. She had always been the one to offer guidance and solace, and now, the roles seemed to have reversed. West Two felt the weight of her trust upon his shoulders, knowing he must rise to the occasion.

Alice, the Sword Empress, held a flicker of hope in her eyes. The fire within her had not been extinguished by the void that surrounded them. Her determination mirrored West Two's own, and he drew strength from her unwavering spirit.

Without uttering a single word, the four of them understood their shared purpose. They had survived the unimaginable, and now they stood together in this desolate realm, bound by a bond that transcended their own existence. They were survivors, fighters, and warriors.

West Two's worries for his friends mingled with his own fears, but he knew that they must press on. They had faced the darkness before, and they would do so again. With renewed determination, he led his companions forward, guided by a flicker of hope that burned within their souls.

As the group pressed onward through the desolate realm, their footsteps echoing in the empty expanse, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught their attention. The air grew heavy, tinged with a foreboding presence that sent a shiver down their spines. And then, from the shadows, emerged a figure that froze them in their tracks.

It was the Celestial God, the very being who should have been confined within the depths of Ashton's dream. His presence radiated power and arrogance, his form a manifestation of ethereal energy. His eyes glowed with a sinister gleam as he regarded the group with a twisted smile.

"Well, well, well," the Celestial God sneered mockingly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Look at what we have here. The valiant heroes who managed to crawl their way out of the Abyss's clutches. How amusing it is to witness your feeble efforts."

Blake, Mary, and Alice exchanged confused glances, their brows furrowed in bewilderment. They had believed that the Celestial God's imprisonment was absolute, that he would be unable to escape from Ashton's dream. Even West Two, his own reflection, was taken aback by this revelation.

"How... how is this possible?" West Two stammered, his voice tinged with a mix of shock and disbelief. "You should have been trapped within the dream, contained by the powers of Ashton. How have you managed to break free?"

The Celestial God's laugh echoed through the empty realm, a haunting melody of triumph. "Oh, my dear West Two," he taunted, his voice filled with cruel delight. "I won't lie. Ashton definitely made things more complicated for me, I even started believing that this war was hopeless, but you, along with everybody else, underestimated me by a long shot..."

His words sent a chill down their spines, and their confusion turned to a mixture of apprehension and anger. The Celestial God reveled in their astonishment, relishing in the knowledge that he had shattered their expectations.

"Now, now," he continued, his voice oozing with condescension. "Do not fret. Your journey here, your battles against the Abyss, were but a prelude to the true test that awaits you. And I shall enjoy watching as your futile struggles unfold. The inconveniences I faced, dealing with your kind, will be repaid twofold."

The group exchanged determined glances, their resolve strengthening in the face of this unexpected adversary. They knew that their path forward would be fraught with even greater challenges, but they also understood that their survival depended on their unwavering determination.

As the Celestial God's laughter echoed through the empty realm, they steeled themselves for the battles yet to come. Their fight was far from over, and now, with the revelation of the Celestial God's escape, their mission to restore balance and protect their world had taken on an even greater urgency.