Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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Although Barahir managed to save Finrod, the western defensive line was breached. The army of orcs surged forward, attacking the High King's territory from both sides. 

Soon after, the central battlefield also fell. Angrod and Aegnor were slain. 

In the west, humans loyal to Morgoth pretended to ally with the elves, only to betray them in a surprise attack. As a result, among Fëanor's seven sons, only the eldest—who was the strongest—barely managed to hold a single fortress, while the other six were completely routed. 

Left with no choice, they abandoned their defenses and retreated further east to preserve their remaining strength. 

Thus, Morgoth's three defensive lines were completely shattered. 

In a final attempt to restore the elves' lost honor, the High King, Fingolfin, rode alone into Angband to challenge Morgoth to a duel, hoping to end the war by slaying him. 

After an intense battle, he inflicted seven wounds on Morgoth. But ultimately, he was overpowered and killed. 

If George wanted to prevent this tragic outcome, his first priority was to help Finrod hold the canyon pass and stabilize the western front. 

Once that was secure, he could rally the western reinforcements to aid the central battlefield. If time allowed, he would also provide support to the eastern front. 

By doing so, the elves wouldn't suffer such devastating losses in this war. 

Not only would he earn their trust and friendship, but he would also preserve much of their strength for the final battle against Morgoth. 

If the elves' defenses completely collapsed, there was no way George alone could stand against Morgoth and his dark army. 

"You can really fly that fast?" 

Angrod and Aegnor's eyes lit up. Based on what the magic dragon had said, even if they sent a messenger now, it was unlikely they would reach their brother in time. 

At best, it was a desperate attempt left to fate. 

But if George's flight speed truly exceeded that of a warhorse by several times, there was a real chance he could warn their brother before the battle began. 

"Trust me, I wouldn't lie about something this important." 

George nodded with absolute confidence. 

Bregolas stepped forward, placing a firm hand on George's shoulder. 

"Aewen, you must deliver this message to the High Prince as fast as possible. This is a matter of our people's honor—you cannot fail!" 

"Understood, Chief!" 

George unfurled his pure white wings. 

However, before taking off, his gaze fell upon a massive statue in the center of the elven city—towering at least 200 meters high. 

He turned to Angrod and Aegnor and asked, "What is that statue made of? Is it durable?" 

"It's a statue of our father in Valinor, carved from white stone. It's quite solid." 

Though puzzled by the question, the elven princes still provided an answer. 

"Good." 

Without further explanation, George shot up into the air, landing atop the statue's head. He placed his hand against its forehead and murmured: 

"Mimetic Transformation!" 

A surge of magical energy flooded into the white stone statue. Only when George's magic reserves were nearly depleted did the statue suddenly open its eyes and begin to move. 

"Hold the battlefield." 

Catching his breath, George gave the order to the now-animated statue before accelerating toward the western front. 

As soon as he left, the massive white statue strode forward, stepping out of the city walls. With one colossal foot, it crushed a cluster of orcs beneath its weight. Then, without hesitation, it swung a massive fist at the magic dragon, nearly equal in size to itself. 

"What in the abyss is this thing?!" 

The dragon roared in alarm, unleashing a blast of molten fire. But the flames failed to scorch the white stone, forcing the dragon to engage in direct combat. 

With the animated statue restraining the dragon, the elven army and human warriors quickly regained control of the battlefield. 

George had left behind this reinforcement for a reason—he feared that by the time he secured the western front and returned, the central battlefield would have already fallen. 

"What a remarkable human."

Angrod and Aegnor watched in awe as the white statue battled the dragon, their faces full of astonishment.

They had never seen magic like this before.

In the Middle-Earth continent, there were stone giants hundreds of meters tall, but they were not magic creations. Instead, they were special life forms, rare and of low intelligence. They often ended up fighting each other over trivial disputes, resulting in both sides turning into rubble.

"How did we not notice this before? Aewen has such a trick up his sleeve!" 

Not only Angrod and Aegnor were astounded—Bregolas and Barahir's jaws dropped in disbelief. 

"Kid, if you had this ability, you should've mentioned it earlier! Our human-made stone statues may not be as delicate as the elven ones, but they're still pretty sturdy. You could have made more statues to help with carrying stuff." 

They decided that, if they survived this war, they would rally everyone to start carving statues when they returned home. 

After soaring through the air for nearly half an hour, George finally arrived at the canyon where the central and western battlefields met. 

"Sauron is really cunning!" 

From high above, George could clearly see that the number of orcs hiding in both sides of the canyon far outnumbered those in the central battlefield. 

It was obvious they were planning to ambush Finrod and his elven forces as soon as they arrived. 

The central battlefield was ablaze with smoke and fire, and Finrod would have noticed the chaos, probably intending to lead his troops here to investigate. 

Sauron had anticipated this and set up the ambush to easily take down Finrod's forces. 

"Finrod's elven army is here."

Turning to his left, George saw Finrod leading his army toward the canyon, clearly worried about the situation with his second and third brothers. 

Historically, when Barahir and the human soldiers arrived, Finrod's army had already been decimated, and Finrod was on the brink of being slain. 

Barahir had built a human wall of flesh, sacrificing almost all his soldiers to rescue Finrod from Sauron's grasp. 

But because George was faster than Barahir, he arrived before the battle began. 

"Guardian Spirit!"

Instead of flying directly to Finrod's elven army, George first made a hand gesture and summoned his guardian spirit, a panda. He sent the panda ahead to lead Finrod's forces while he stayed back. 

Sauron's army lacked high-tier creatures like fire demons, consisting mostly of orcs. However, their sheer numbers allowed them to use an overwhelming force strategy, exhausting Finrod's army. 

George needed time to prepare ancient magic that could deal massive area damage to assist Finrod's troops. 

Orcs had superior physical strength compared to humans, but their intelligence was lacking. While ancient magic might not be enough to kill them, it could make them tremble in place, allowing Finrod's army to finish them off. 

"Ancient Magic: Thunderstorm!"

As George continuously made complex hand gestures, large dark clouds began to gather in the sky above the canyon, with countless bolts of lightning twisting through the clouds. 

Sauron, observing the ominous clouds, suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. 

(End of Chapter)