Battle cries to their gods and lords filled the air like miasma. The earth and air seemed to shift and groan as the human kotodama users bent the forces to their wills. The crackle of lightning, contained earthquakes, and loaded AK-47s sounded from humans as they slowly made their way across the once green field separating Kesvia, the land of the good races, from their rival, Kalisk. A hundred yards away from the human side of the strip, demons of every description ranging from three-eyed giants to shadow beings charged across the decayed battlefield in a loose wedge formation. The first five waves of the wedge carried laser cannons mounted from left shoulder to right hip. As they crouched in preparation, the humans let loose their charged energy and bullets. The main force of demons met the humans in a clash of fangs, claws, and guns. This day, among the chorus of pain, the humans and demons would settle who held supremacy.
            Uncountable hours, possibly days, passed before the kotodama users realized they were losing. Though they could harness matter itself with just a word, it was a fickle power that activated half of the time it was called upon. To add to their dilemma, they were being cut down before they could utter a single syllable. The general, who was stationed at the back of the human force, noted the mounting problems. It was time to bring out their last battle strategy. He signaled the double lines of 10,000 support K-users to initiate Plan Veil. The line nodded, hoped their words would work, and said three words: “Amplify my voice.” A faint glow of aqua blue coned from each support K-user’s mouth. “Begin Plan Veil,” their amplified voices boomed in unison.

            The demons slowed their attacks, perplexed by the humans suddenly ceased to defend themselves. A pang of fear was felt in every demon’s black hole of a heart; even the toughest was not exempt from the feeling. As the normal humans moved in front, K-users moved back into groups of threes. Two of them placed one hand on the strongest of the trio’s shoulder and held the adjacent person’s hand. They readied themselves. Timing had to be absolutely perfect, or they were doomed.  Each left-flanking person plainly stated, “Gather to me.” 

Unsettled, the demons felt a mass wave of energy pass through and by them. Something was not right. Again, they charged the enemy in hopes of stopping whatever power they summoned. As K-users were brutally murdered, the supporters took up their places. The right flank yelled, “Force them back!” as their eyes nearly burned holes through their enemy. Demons all across the field were thrown back as if they had been bodily picked up and chucked. The hardiest monsters of the legion, heavily armored slug-like tanks weighing in around 22 tons, stood no chance against the undeniable wall of power that threw them like rag dolls, while taking out myriads soldiers. Most of the demons had been tossed clear of the edge of their side’s barren field. It seemed as if the air itself had torn in order to accommodate the massive amount of power.
            After the minute it took for this to transpire, the head of each trio gazed unseeingly ahead as they pronounced softly, “Seal. Make the Veil.” The battleground went silent. Demons screaming in agony could not hear themselves. Generals yelling orders for their soldiers to cut down the magically humans were unheard. With a sudden sound of ultimate, complete pain, a prodigious power greater than the first two waves of energy swarmed and pooled from every natural source of matter, including the leaders of the threesomes, as it was directed to the hundred yard strip of barren field by the soft spoken words of leading K-users. Visions grayed as every being present stared transfixed to the royal purple haze of power. Achingly slow, it began to stitch itself from the ground up as if an invisible being were knitting a wall. Time was meaningless. Eight hundred years or five seconds could have passed before any of them were aware of it. Finally, the nearly transparent purple-hued sparked in a blinding light was it solidified. The head of every trio fell to the ground face-first in death, having sacrificed themselves with their superior ability.
            The Veil was a success. Forever sealing Kalisk from Kesvia...as long as it was renewed every year by K-users.