"According to our field reporter, just yesterday, New York experienced an unimaginable disaster. Two sorcerers fought in the skies above the city."
Early that morning, as ordinary people woke from their dreams, an unbelievable piece of news spread everywhere.
Something had gone wrong in New York.
Again.
What shocked people most was not that the culprits were aliens.
Nor were they ordinary superpowered individuals or supervillains.
This time, the protagonists were sorcerers.
Sorcerers hidden behind the world.
Sorcerers who were said to protect it.
The existence of sorcerers was not new to the public.
But ever since the alien invasion four or five years ago, there had been almost no information about them.
Now, their battle in the skies above New York stunned countless people.
So this was the power of sorcerers.
Godlike.
How could they not be?
Two top-tier Tier Seven sorcerers clashing was no joke.
"Oh my God. You probably can't even comprehend what happened yesterday."
On television screens across the world, a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man spoke excitedly.
"Those two sorcerers-honestly, I couldn't even tell who was good and who was bad."
"Neither could we," the reporter admitted. "Sorcerers are too mysterious. We have no idea what they're doing."
"Exactly," the man said, nodding vigorously. "God, their fight was more exaggerated than Star Wars!"
"And it was even more exaggerated than the movies released by the Wizarding World."
As he spoke, the station switched footage.
A video recorded by an ordinary citizen using a camcorder.
The moment it appeared, viewers around the world fell silent.
They hadn't been there.
They hadn't seen it firsthand.
Now they did.
Two figures chased one another through the sky.
Rising.
Falling.
Terrifying power spilled out casually.
Aftershocks from their clashes destroyed buildings.
The shockwaves from their impacts crushed subway tunnels underground.
This was only the beginning.
Yet even these scenes alone were enough to terrify everyone watching.
People had seen movies.
They'd seen exaggerated special effects.
But this?
This was beyond comprehension.
"Are these sorcerers all supermen?"
"My God, they could destroy a city. Or even a country."
"Are they gods?"
"I seriously doubt they're even human!"
Voices erupted everywhere.
Different languages.
Different regions.
Different platforms.
Television.
Social media.
Private chats.
No one could comprehend how terrifying sorcerers truly were.
Then it got worse.
Distorted space.
A city where gravity was chaotic.
Four dimensions inverted by magic.
Collapsed buildings.
Blinding magical light.
If it weren't for authoritative broadcasts, people would have thought they were watching a movie trailer.
But they all knew.
This was real.
Every second of it.
Questions quickly followed.
Had this been planned?
Had New York been evacuated in advance?
The idea was dismissed almost immediately.
Eyewitness accounts.
Interviews.
Buildings collapsing and killing residents.
All of it pointed to one fact.
This battle had been sudden.
"Oh God, how many people died?"
"No idea. But one thing's certain."
"These sorcerers probably don't care about people like us."
"Shut up!"
"If you don't want to die, stop talking nonsense and just watch!"
"They really might not care..."
Humans were sensitive.
Ordinary people.
Enhanced individuals.
They all thought of the same uncomfortable truth.
This was inevitable.
Mordo had no better option when facing Kaecilius.
And Noah did not blame him for it.
Noah also knew that when he left, Mordo had been drowning in guilt.
If not for Noah's presence...
"Honestly, their fight was terrifying."
The screen shifted to a young man being interviewed.
He smiled, though his expression was stiff.
"I was unlucky. I was right on the street."
"I was looking at that huge thing in the sky-sorry, let me call it a spatial rift."
"I was staring at it when a huge stone fell from above."
"Damn it, I still remember getting hit."
"After that, I don't remember anything."
"When I woke up again, I realized I'd died."
"And then... I was resurrected."
The moment his words spread across television and the internet, the world erupted.
Some called him a liar.
Some called it divine intervention.
Others said it was an elaborate hoax.
Then no one spoke anymore.
Because footage surfaced.
New Yorkers had terrifyingly strong nerves.
In that chaos, someone had kept filming.
And that person was unbelievably lucky.
Not only did he survive.
He recorded almost everything.
Except the endless looping of time.
Through the lens, the world saw it.
After the two sorcerers stopped fighting, a black spatial rift appeared in the sky.
Exactly as described.
A void like a black hole.
Just looking at it filled people with despair.
Then-
A figure glowing faint gold flew straight into it.
Less than a minute later, he reappeared.
On the ground.
In full view.
That sorcerer casually struck down one of the previous combatants.
The world went silent.
No one understood.
Why had those two sorcerers fought?
Was it because of the rift?
What was that rift?
No one answered.
And no one expected sorcerers to explain themselves.
But one thing was clear.
That golden-glowing sorcerer was terrifying.
Two godlike sorcerers had fought for half a day.
Nearly destroyed New York.
Still no victor.
This one arrived.
Sealed the rift.
Killed one of them effortlessly.
What kind of monster was that?
The footage continued.
Then came the moment that broke everyone.
Green energy spread.
Runes in the golden sorcerer's hand flowed backward.
And as they reversed-
Reality unraveled.
Collapsed buildings rewound.
Ignoring physical laws.
Ignoring time itself.
People crushed into pulp reassembled in reverse.
Bodies restored.
Lives rose from rubble.
Buildings re-erected themselves.
Time reversal.
This was time reversal.
At that moment, the world truly went mad.
Sorcerers were no longer compared to gods.
They were gods.
Perhaps gods had ranks.
That was normal.
But gods were gods.
Their power was absolute.
"Damn it, isn't this resurrection?"
"No, it's time reversal-but what's the difference?"
"This is resurrection!"
"They can resurrect the dead!"
"Oh my God-no, how do sorcerers say it?"
"By Merlin?"
"By Merlin, can we contact them?"
When the broadcast ended, emotions exploded everywhere.
The scene was too incredible.
Too overwhelming.
Even those in power couldn't stay calm.
Resurrection.
A dream humanity had chased forever.
Now, it was real.
Visible.
Undeniable.
"How about we call this day a new Easter?"
Someone said it quietly.
"Seconded."
"That's an excellent idea."
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