On a cloud far above the battle unfolding below, a man concealed by a grey cloak watched the battle unfold. Upon the back of the cloak was the symbol of the Dream Eaters, but he seemed to have no ill intent towards the side of the light.

He winced as the ultima cannon went off, his ears ringing from even up in the clouds. He wanted to help them oh so much, but it was not time yet. Upon another, darker, cloud a more familiar person was sat. Retsam was watching this scene unfold with a degree of glee. In his hands he held a green summon gem, which was absorbing excess magic from the fight on the ground.

"Your plan won't work." The cloaked man sighed, exasperated at this foolish plan, "If the heralds of light do not stop you, then your 'master' certainly will."

Retsam laughed at the robed man. "Neither of them have any [i]real[/i] ambition." He sneered, a twisted snarl marring his otherwise handsome features, "They do not see the power that surpasses the light and dark. I will be Master of all creation!"

Above the battlefield of the witches, the sky itself seemed to be at war as two powerful magicians duelled each other using the medium of air. Clouds clashed, and lightning shook across the sky, though to the participants below it seemed to be a normal thunderstorm.