It has been a rough night in the valley, the putrid stench of honey and feces that filled the area turned into a sweet scent of blossom with the fall of the Malboro Chimera. Even (Magnus) and the local fallen found themselves nearly defeated by the horrid poisonous steams yet eventually turned to be the victors as the lame Fiend gave in to his torment and destroyed the Chimera with his nightmares.
Shortly after the battle came to its end Even found himself waking up to Chaerbleidd's effect, which purged just a bit of the poison in his system. Unfortunately, the evocation was not as successful as they hoped and Magnus was left with difficulties to breathe and sensations of bittersweet rotten acidity in his lungs.
Later that night, or in the morning shall I say, Magnus finally got back home after getting proper medical treatment in the hospital. He found himself lying in his bed trying to get some rest yet the bitter taste of devastation did not ease his mind. [i]"What if Lee was not there?", "What could have I done better in that battle?", "What would I have done differently in the War of Wrath?"[/i], the thought just aggravated him as he was rolling over his bed. He has forgotten way too much since the Fall, and the limited capacity of his mortal shell does not aid the situation. Magnus closed his eyes and began looking for answers through his memories, trying to recall his tactics from the War of Wrath (Legacy ••). Shortly after, Even opened his eyes just to realize he is in the middle of the Time of Atrocities, standing in the front lines of the crusade against the Ebon legion in the attempt to bring them back under the command of the Lightbringer. The battle began and the celestial fury of both sides clashed, slowly making the rebelling legions retreat to their bastions as the Crimson Legion forges their way to the victory. The battle, however, was not as easy as it might seem and demanded conscious efforts in order to establish dominion once again. During that time, Even's armor broke in the fight as he was struck by the wrath of one of the Ebon Devourers. Forcing him to retreat in order to repair his gear before returning back to the front lines. Luckily Even could exert more control over creation back then and managed to find a path that led him to safety through the battlefield, it looked like a faint, silver-blue line, like a ray of moonlight on the ground that allowed him to cross through the combatants unobserved, leading him to the back lines where he could set up and return to the battle... The armies of Lucifer kept clawing their way to the bastion of Dudael forcing the Ebon Legion retreat to the point they had to get back to their lairs. With that, the fugue came to its sudden end, leaving Even with another clue that was buried deep in his subconscious mind, a clue that shifted his very nature as he takes another baby step towards the wrath he once had, subtly shifting his revelatory form and making his shadow akin to the shadow of the moonlight.

Plan:
- Tell about the swamp and emphasize the sensations
- Tell what made him feel so weak and how did it come to action
- Tell about the meditation and how he relates his combat with the other demons and how it reminds him of the WoW
- Tell what happened in WoW and how did he use Paths 1