The elemental sighed as the army splintered, its frontal assault in shambles. It was an impressive host, to be sure. In the past, he may have even admired them. But with the right preparations, any mob could be routed, any force pacified. No army could operate without its bearings straight, and this one was no different. What a waste. As the high-noon sun bathed him in its rays, he closed his eyes, pretending -- no, remembering -- a world at peace. He opened his eyes. It was time to make peace.
You have no time left.