The night was cold and the moon was barely visible between the thick black clouds. Octavius stopped his walk in the middle of the forest. Only the sound of the wind moving the branches gently in the darkness could be heard.

"Well Ozwald"- Said the old wizard while petting his equally old friend-"I think we are far enough".

Octavius opened his spell book in a very specific spell. Slowly moving his fingertips around the page. The paper was old, cracked, but full of wisdom, knowledge and power.

"One last time my friend. One last time."- He said with sadness in his voice. He knew The future of the war was in stake.

The wind stopped, there was total silence and the mighty wizard started casting the spell.