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Greece was once a rich country, home to a world of myth and legacies that had help and shaped civilization. But in all their glory, Greece was a penchant to suffering and not even they remained untouched by fate's touch. With their economy collapsed, Greece was limited in what they could afford to sustain themselves. Problem would now prove more erratic as an invasion was already set in motion. Beyond the seas, a large and ambitious army was in pursuit of the mythic country. Heroes, led by the expelled angel of Zeus had gather to protect his home. But what was the witch's pursuit in this? Why is she here now in Greece? Question with no answer than simple good faith for the angel of course, but underneath it all there was more to the Eastern Enchantress than what her shown expression told.
Months of reforming and solitude gave her a new outlook on life. Cliche as it may sound, Fan was reborn, her spirit now cleanse of the darkness she once sought for comfort and power. Making amends with her past and accepting her life without her love, Ishin, she was determined to help those in need but even a gentle soul lies a darkness within, despite everything she acts to what she feel is right even if others saw them as wrong.Through the dream world the Eastern Enchantress caught sight of a vision that would impact the lives of magic, including hers. She saw her end along with many heroes, hoping to change such fate she saw one to lead them towards victory. But why would a banish angel of Zeus lead the defense against the ferocious incursion set for the land of gods and goddesses that had exile him in the beginning. The answer remained unknown but for now she had to partake in its defense.
The winds remained cold as it brushed against her fair skin, neither nature nor her power would be able to predict the final outcome of this battle. Greece's defenses had already initiated their invitation, aerial attacks collided with the sea, ships destroyed and the fate of its men left unknown but questionable death. Before Khan's army would suffer any more loses, an invisible barrier was formed to protect them. Impressive as someone or something would be strong enough to maintain such constant pressure and attack. One thing after another, projectiles had flown from the seas making way for land. Before they could touch the land dwellers Fan had reacted quick enough to deflect the massive on-coming arrows even if the heroes had already descended into the battle frontier. A sight so beautiful yet deadly, these arrows were many, so many that they united to form a penetrating wall of offence. "Fengbao." she uttered, softly and calmly and just in the nick of time to save many on land. With an x-shape swipe and movement from her arm, the witch had manifested sharp and deadly compress wind currents that took the sea by storm. Slicing and redirecting the shards of deadly arrows back onto the invading army defenses. Sadly the shield remained strong on the enemy's behalf, as the debris had touched the invisible force, translucent imagery showed the team of the invisible wall and somewhat of its perimeter.
Performing an exotic war dance, the grace and elegant moves which were performed in twirls and twist of her body and its part was ancient. Rising from the ground and into the air after the completion of her performance, the winds began to whistled and howl as lightning now danced and thunder shook the skies. The witch was calling forth a summoning of powerful elemental forces, a powerful feat that not many witches would dare replicate nor perform due to the strength and power needed to supple such spell. But the war flower was a gifted witch, a blooming cherry blossom to a blood line that remained ever so strong. Despite no longer having access to the condemned souls she once had months ago, the witch had opted for a more traditional route in practicing magic. One that relied on her ancestry and those who collectively were in her path.
"Wudao zhongshen."
Suddenly the sea began to mist with thick fog and flashes of light struck across the wet sea. A storm had brewed over Greece, what the witch was doing was cutting off any exit by sea and future reinforcement from aiding the invasion, if help was pursed or an escape, then the storm would wipe away any attempts. The dangerous elemental storm was a tale of its own, mimicking the legends of what Greece described as Poseidon's tempest.
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