Chapter-85: Day 5- Time War
Back in the Cube
The Cube was bustling with anticipation as the members of Natsu's team gathered to discuss their strategy. Everyone knew the stakes were high. The last day of the Grand Magic Games was set to be a chaotic Battle Royale, with the entire city of Crocus becoming the battlefield. It was the perfect cover for their true mission, and they needed to be prepared for anything.
Samikel dodged Wendy's playful attempts at hugging him, his expression serious despite the light-hearted exchange. "We know the Battle Royale is set up so that no one will question why there are mages running around the city," he said, ducking away from her again. "It's the perfect opportunity for them to make their move."
Wendy, not to be outdone, put on a mock pout and pretended to cry. "Wuaaah, Samy hates me!" she wailed dramatically, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Samikel groaned, putting his hands on his head in exasperation. "Gods damn it, woman!" he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
Schaha giggled, clearly amused by their antics. "All right, kids, Wendy, stop teasing him. Samy's right; we need to stay focused."
Wendy relented, crossing her arms with a mock huff. "Fiiine, I'll stop… for now."
Samikel sighed in relief, "Thank you." But then Wendy grinned mischievously, "But I'll have my vengeance!"
Natsu chuckled at their banter. "Samy's got a point. The Battle Royale is a perfect opportunity for them to start moving. It lines up with the energy readings we just got, which means whatever's coming will likely kick off today."
Laxus, his arms crossed over his chest, looked at Natsu with a serious expression. "So, do we send the kids back to Equinox?" he asked.
Artoria nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's best we do. We can't risk them getting caught up in whatever's coming. Their safety is our top priority."
Lilith, standing nearby, looked up at her parents with determination. "But I want to help! I'm strong too!" she protested, her small fists clenched.
Natsu's expression softened as he looked at his daughter. "I know you are, Lilith. But this isn't just about strength. It's about being prepared for anything, and right now, the best place for you is somewhere safe."
Seilah knelt down beside her daughter, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll have plenty of chances to show how strong you are, sweetheart. For now, we need you to stay safe."
Lilith pouted but nodded, understanding the seriousness in her mother's voice. "Okay, I'll go. But promise you'll let me help next time!"
Natsu grinned, ruffling her hair. "When you're older sweety."
The team continued their preparations, knowing that whatever was coming, they would face it together. The last day of the Grand Magic Games was going to be more than just a competition—it was going to be a battlefield, and they were ready for the fight.
Later
The crowd erupted in cheers as Mato, the announcer, finished his energetic introduction. The final day of the Grand Magic Games was about to begin, and the atmosphere in the grand stadium was electric with anticipation. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for—a city-wide battle royale that would determine the strongest guild in Fiore.
"Welcome to the Final Day of the Grand Magic Games!" Mato continued, his voice booming across the arena, amplified by magic. "Today, the entire city of Crocus becomes our battleground! Every team and every member will participate in an all-out Battle Royale, where strategy, strength, and teamwork will be put to the ultimate test!"
The audience roared with excitement, their cheers echoing through the air. Across the city, mages from all the participating guilds were already taking their positions, preparing for the imminent battles. Crocus was about to transform into a massive arena, with magic energy crackling in every corner.
Mato raised a hand to quiet the crowd before explaining the rules once more. "The rules are simple! All members of each guild will wander the streets of Crocus. If they encounter members of another guild, they are to engage in combat. When a participant loses consciousness or is deemed unable to continue, the opposing team scores one point!"
The crowd listened intently, understanding that every point would count. This wasn't just about defeating opponents—it was about outlasting and outmaneuvering them as well.
"But there's a twist!" Mato continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Each team must appoint one of their members as the team leader! This identity is kept secret from the other guilds. If a team leader falls, the opposing team gains 5 points! So choose wisely and protect your leaders well!"
The strategic element of the game had everyone on the edge of their seats. Teams had to balance offense and defense, protecting their leader while hunting down others. The streets of Crocus would soon be filled with powerful clashes and cunning traps.
"Without further ado," Mato exclaimed, his voice reaching a crescendo, "let the final day of the Grand Magic Games… BEGIN!"
As the magical flare burst into the sky, casting a brilliant light over the city, the battle had officially begun. All around Crocus, guild members leapt into action, darting through streets and alleys, ready to face their opponents. In the stadium, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators watched eagerly on magical screens that displayed the various corners of the city, tracking the unfolding chaos.
In a quieter section of the city, Natsu quickly formulated a plan with his team. "I'll go find the gate," he said, his voice resolute and clear. "You guys try to locate anyone from Lost or Primal. We need to know what they're planning."
Seilah reached out and grabbed his arm before he could take off. "Natsu," she said, her voice soft but urgent. He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with a look of understanding.
"Yes?" he asked, his tone gentle as he sensed the concern in her eyes.
Seilah smiled, her expression full of warmth and affection. "I love you," she said simply. "Take care."
Natsu's expression softened, and a smile tugged at his lips. "I will," he replied. He leaned in and kissed both Seilah and Erza, sharing a moment of tenderness amid the chaos about to unfold.
With a last look at them, Natsu's form flickered and then vanished in an instant, his speed leaving nothing but a faint gust of wind in his wake. He was gone, racing through the city, his senses attuned to the magic around him as he searched for the mysterious gate.
Erza watched him disappear, her eyes full of determination. "All right, let's move out," she said to the rest of the team. "Stay alert and stick to the plan. We've got a lot of ground to cover, and the others won't wait for us to make the first move."
The rest of the team nodded, steeling themselves for what was to come. They spread out, each heading in a different direction, their movements swift and purposeful. The final day of the Grand Magic Games had begun, and Fairy Tail was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
With Erza
Erza calmly walked through the city, her senses already locked onto her target. She came to a stop and glanced toward a bench where The Sage stood, her cloak still draped around her, patiently waiting.
"Ah, you're here earlier than I expected," The Sage remarked, her tone casual.
"Is the game over?" Erza asked, her expression unwavering. "This is where the big reveal happens, isn't it?"
The Sage giggled softly. "I suppose," she replied, her eyes glowing with a sudden burst of energy. She unleashed a powerful magical attack aimed directly at Erza.
The attack came at full strength, yet Erza managed to dodge it with a swift, graceful movement. "Quite rude, don't you think?" she said, her voice calm despite the situation.
The Sage's smile remained, but her gaze was sharper. "If you weren't able to dodge, then you wouldn't have been worth the effort." She rose from the bench, her magic flaring and filling the air with a palpable tension.
Her appearance was mesmerizing. She radiated an aura of timeless beauty and profound serenity. Her hair flowed like a living cascade of rich, verdant green, adorned with delicate blossoms that bloomed and withered in sync with the changing seasons. Her eyes were a deep, vibrant green, reflecting the boundless vitality and intricate patterns of the natural world.
Her gown was a magnificent creation of nature itself. It flowed like a verdant waterfall, with a bodice crafted from tightly woven vines and a skirt that rippled with layers of petals and leaves. The colors of the gown shifted harmoniously with the seasons—lush greens in spring, vibrant florals in summer, warm golds and reds in autumn, and serene whites and blues in winter. The gown seemed alive, subtly shifting and moving as if it were a part of the natural world itself.
On her back, she bore wings that were an exquisite blend of elegance and function. They resembled delicate fae wings, adorned with intricate patterns and textures that mimicked the flora of Avalon. The wings had a shimmering, iridescent quality, reflecting light in patterns that resembled sunlight filtering through a dense forest canopy.
A circlet made of intertwined branches and blossoms crowned her head, symbolizing a deep connection to the natural world. It was adorned with glowing, enchanted flowers that changed color depending on the state of nature itself.
In her hand, she held a staff—a majestic piece of living wood, carved from an ancient tree deeply intertwined with Avalon's essence. The staff was adorned with glowing, enchanted flowers that bloomed and shifted with the seasons, channeling her profound connection to nature.
"So... who are you?" Erza asked once more, her curiosity piqued by the other woman's appearance and power.
"Titania," The Sage replied simply.
Titania
Fairy of Nature and Queen of the Wilds
Primordial Fae Mage
"Titania… The Primordial Fairy of Nature and Queen of the Wilds, correct?" Erza inquired, a hint of respect in her voice.
Titania smiled playfully. "Yes, that's me."
Erza chuckled softly. "That explains your amusement yesterday. People have given me your name."
"They have indeed," Titania acknowledged with a nod.
"Are you also going to tell me why you're doing this?" Erza asked, her tone direct yet calm.
"Why the rush, little Dragon?" Titania responded with a serene smile. "We have plenty of time."
Erza maintained her composure, her eyes never leaving Titania's. "You say we have time, but I can't help but feel there's a deeper reason behind your actions," she said, her voice steady. "Why have you blocked us from accessing Avalon? And what are you doing with the Eclipse Gate?"
Titania's smile widened, and a hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes. "Ah, straight to the heart of the matter. I like that," she said, twirling her staff. The flowers adorning it shifted colors, reflecting her playful mood. "We've blocked you from Avalon because it's not yet time for its secrets to be revealed. We can't have you interfering with our plan, now can we?"
Erza's eyes narrowed slightly, a mixture of curiosity and determination in her gaze. "And what plan would that be?" she asked, her tone firm but measured.
Titania's expression remained playful, but a glint of seriousness flashed in her eyes. "Worry not, child," she replied softly, her voice carrying an ethereal quality. "We're here to… educate you on a few things." She twirled her staff again, and the flowers adorning it seemed to sway in a breeze that only she could feel.
Erza stood her ground, her eyes never leaving Titania. "Educate me?" she repeated, her voice laced with suspicion. "On what exactly?"
Before Titania could respond, an enraged roar echoed across the city, its sound tearing through the air like a violent storm. The ground beneath them trembled, the clouds above were blown away as if by an unseen force, and, suddenly, the entire world was plunged into night. The sky darkened as if the sun itself had been swallowed, casting a shadow over the entire planet.
"Natsu?" Erza whispered, her voice filled with concern as she recognized the familiar energy of the roar, yet it felt... different.
"Yes and no," Titania replied, her tone uncharacteristically somber. She watched the sky darken, her eyes glimmering with ancient wisdom.
"What do you mean?" Erza shouted, her panic rising. "What did you do to my husband?!"
"Nothing yet," Titania answered calmly, though her words were cryptic and unsettling. "It's more a question of what he will do to himself."
Erza's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to make sense of Titania's words. "Explain yourself!" she demanded, her sword now pointed directly at Titania, her determination unyielding.
With Ava
Ava's eyes narrowed as she watched the roar's full magnitude reverberate through the very fabric of reality, shaking not just the planet but sending ripples to other realms. The energy that permeated the roar was unmistakably familiar, and her concern grew.
"Let's go," Scaha said, her spear already in hand, her expression resolute. "They're not hiding anymore."
Artoria nodded in agreement. "I'll head to the source of the roar." With a burst of speed, she vanished from sight.
The rest of their group quickly dispersed, each one heading in a different direction, searching for their respective targets.
Ava was suddenly aware of a presence, turning to face it. A calm, composed look adorned her face. "I was beginning to think you were too scared to reveal yourself," she said.
A woman stepped forward, a smirk playing on her lips. "Me? Scared? Oh, little one, you're so adorable when you don't know anything."
"I know enough," Ava replied coolly.
"Like what, pray tell?" Her tone was both mocking and intrigued.
"Like how you wouldn't have presented yourself if they hadn't left," Ava said with a knowing gaze. "I also know who you are. Morrigan."
Morrigan
Primordial Fairy of Fate
Arch Mage Queen of Magic
Primordial Fae Mage
Morrigan's presence was as grand as it was enigmatic. As the Fairy of Fate and Arch Mage Queen of Magic, her ethereal beauty was striking. Her long silver hair flowed like threads of starlight, with celestial hues of deep blues and purples cascading in waves, defying gravity. Her eyes held a mesmerizing galaxy-like depth, reflecting the ebb and flow of fate itself.
Her gown, a masterpiece of magical couture, shifted between dark velvet and shimmering stardust, as though it were alive with the endless possibilities of fate. Intricate patterns of constellations, star maps, and arcane symbols pulsated with light across the gown. The high collar and flowing sleeves extended into shimmering trails that resembled auroras, enhancing her regal and mystical appearance.
Her wings, large and sweeping, were made of an iridescent material that mirrored the colors of the cosmos. They sparkled with constellations and shifting stars, enabling her to glide silently through both the physical and metaphysical realms.
A necklace adorned her neck, featuring a tangled web pendant with threads of light connecting various points on the web. The colors and intensity of the threads shifted based on unfolding events. Her staff, a symbol of her supreme magical authority, was a grand scepter crowned with a large, multifaceted crystal that radiated pure, untainted light. This crystal captured the light of Avalon and served as a conduit for her vast magical abilities.
"Well done, Ava, well done," Morrigan said, her voice rich with both praise and veiled menace.
Ava's patience snapped. "What have you done with Natsu?! Answer me!" she demanded, her voice edged with fury.
Morrigan chuckled softly, a bemused smile playing on her lips. "Calm down, Little Lady. Your husband is quite alright... for now."
Ava's eyes blazed with anger. "What is the meaning of this? Why have you blocked me from Avalon? I am the current Lady of Avalon! What purpose would this serve?"
Morrigan's expression shifted slightly, a hint of seriousness creeping into her otherwise amused demeanor. "Avalon is not yours to command so freely, Ava," she replied. "There are forces at play far greater than you can imagine. Our actions are not without reason."
Ava clenched her fists, her frustration evident. "And what reason would justify this betrayal?"
Morrigan's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and mystery. "Betrayal? Oh, child, you misunderstand. We are simply ensuring that everything unfolds as it must. Balance must be maintained, and certain lessons must be taught."
Ava's gaze hardened. "And what lesson do you intend to teach by keeping me from Avalon and manipulating Natsu?"
Morrigan's smile returned, cryptic and knowing. "All in due time, Ava. All in due time."
With Scaha
As Scathach sprinted through the city streets, her senses on high alert, she suddenly found herself face-to-face with a spear aimed directly at her. Reacting instinctively, she blocked the strike with her own weapon, the force of the clash sending shockwaves through the air.
"You dare?!" Scathach shouted, eyes blazing with fury as she pushed the spear away.
"I dare," came the calm, confident reply.
The woman standing before her was no ordinary foe. Scathach's eyes widened in recognition. "Ilyana... The Queen of War."
Ilyana
Primordial Fairy of Valor
A once Queen of the Land of Shadows
Ilyana's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Ah, so you do recognize me. That's good."
Scathach's mind raced. "You were Queen of the Land of Shadows millennia ago. How can you be here? Every time the Land of Shadows crowned a new queen, the previous one was put to rest."
Ilyana nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That's correct, child. But Avalon is the realm of omnipotent magics. When I ascended to it, I was spared the fate of my predecessors. I take it they didn't pass that bit of information down to the new queens after me?"
"No... no, they did not," Scathach replied, her voice tinged with both awe and confusion.
Ilyana's smile widened slightly. "I see. You've accomplished quite a lot, haven't you? You opened up the Realm of Shadows, terraformed it, brought life back to it... and you broke the curse."
"Curse?" Scathach repeated, frowning.
"You're unaware?" Ilyana asked, her tone almost amused. "Until now, every queen was created because none could produce an heir. All children would die before they could be born, as would their fathers. Your child is the first to have lived, and Natsu is the only man to take a Queen of Shadows as his wife and survive. But we both know he's far from ordinary, don't we?"
Scathach's grip tightened on her spear. The weight of Ilyana's words sank in, and a mixture of emotions crossed her face—relief, anger, and determination. She had always known that her path was unlike any other, but to hear it spoken by a legend like Ilyana made the reality all the more stark.
"Why tell me this now?" Scathach demanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Ilyana's eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and curiosity. "Because, child, there is much more for you to learn about your destiny, about the role you and your husband are to play. Consider this a lesson from a queen to her successor."
Scathach's eyes narrowed. "I don't need your lessons."
Ilyana chuckled softly. "Oh, but you do. And before this is over, you'll see just how much."
With that, Ilyana shifted her stance, readying her spear once more. The air crackled with the tension between them, two queens of the shadows facing off, their histories and futures intertwined in ways only fate could dictate.
With Natsu, a Few Minutes Earlier
Natsu appeared before the grand castle, feeling the monstrous amounts of magic seeping from beneath its foundation. His eyes narrowed as he sensed the source of the disturbance.
"So, it's under the castle, then?" he muttered to himself.
Without hesitation, Natsu conjured an orb of fire in his hand and dropped it to the ground. The blazing sphere seared through the stone, carving a path deep below until it revealed a vast, hidden chamber. Natsu jumped down, landing softly in the chamber below, where he was met with a sight that made him pause.
King Toma of Fiore stood there, clutching a beautiful girl with green hair—his daughter, Princess Hisui. Her face was marred with cracks of magic, like a fragile porcelain doll breaking under pressure.
"Evening," Natsu greeted casually, his voice echoing through the chamber.
The King's eyes widened in terror and desperation. "S-Silver-Eye! Please, I'm begging you, help us!" he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.
Natsu's gaze moved to Princess Hisui, taking in the magical fractures spreading across her face. Her eyes were filled with regret and pain. "I-I'm sorry... I thought I was doing the right thing," she murmured weakly.
Natsu's expression remained calm as he assessed the situation, his powers probing the chaotic magic surrounding her and telling him why she was like this. "Messing with time to such a degree is always a bad idea, even for someone like me," he said, his tone carrying a hint of admonishment.
The King's desperation grew. "Please, help her!" he begged again, tears streaming down his face.
Natsu looked at him, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "She tried to step into the past to have Zeref—my brother—killed before he became immortal," he stated flatly. "Why should I help her? Why shouldn't I just finish her off myself?"
The tension in the room was palpable as Natsu's words hung in the air. King Toma's grip tightened around his daughter, his eyes wide with fear.
The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating, as Natsu's words echoed around them. King Toma's grip tightened around his daughter, his eyes wide and desperate. Fear and helplessness radiated from him; he knew he was at the mercy of this powerful being standing before him.
"Please!" Hisui whispered, her voice trembling and barely audible. "I only wanted to save our world… to save everyone—"
Natsu cut her off, his voice cold and unyielding. "As Gajeel told you during the Games, if Zeref truly wanted humanity gone, he could do it with a mere flick of his wrist. Yet in your arrogance, you continue to see yourself as important enough to pose a threat to him. You think of yourself as a savior, a hero, meddling with forces far beyond your understanding. You fail to see that to him, you are not even worth his attention."
His eyes bore into her, unrelenting and fierce. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Don't poke the sleeping bear'? By meddling with time, with forces you can't even begin to comprehend, you've done just that. You're lucky the repercussions weren't more severe."
Hisui's eyes brimmed with tears, a blend of shame and fear overwhelming her. She had believed she was making the right choice, trying to protect her world, but now, standing before Natsu's overwhelming presence, she understood the extent of her naivety and recklessness.
Natsu took a step closer, his aura radiating an intimidating power that filled the chamber. His gaze was intense, unyielding. "I'll let it slide this time," he said, his voice low but firm. "But once this is over, you will answer to me. Understood?"
Hisui nodded quickly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her fear evident. She felt small, insignificant, in the face of his authority.
Natsu continued, his tone softer but still commanding, "I will decide your punishment after all this is done." With a casual wave of his wrist, the cracks of magic on her face vanished, as if they had never been there. The relief was immediate, but so was the weight of his words. Hisui knew she wasn't out of the woods yet.
Natsu turned away, his coat billowing slightly with his movements. "Remember this moment, Princess," he said as he walked further into the chamber. "Let it be a lesson in humility and the limits of your understanding."
He eventually arrived in front of a massive gate, a sense of nostalgia washing over him. "The Eclipse Gate," he whispered to himself, reflecting on when he first encountered it centuries ago.
"Quite the device, don't you think?" came a voice from his right.
Natsu turned to see a tall figure emerge from the shadows. "Clarent, I presume?" he asked.
The figure smiled. "Yes, but allow me to present my true self."
The figure's form shifted and expanded, revealing his true identity.
Oberon
Primordial Fairy King of Avalon
First Champion of Avalon
Oberon stood tall with a slender yet muscular build, his luminous skin carrying a silver-blue sheen with a subtle, metallic quality. His deep, reflective silver eyes and cascade of moonlit silver hair gave him an ethereal, regal appearance.
His attire was a blend of regal elegance and practical warrior elements. He wore a majestic breastplate of shimmering silver, intricately adorned with celestial motifs and runes. The high collar extended into a regal cape of stardust and moonlight, adding to his imposing presence. His gauntlets and greaves, made from the same celestial metal, were reinforced with runic symbols that enhanced his magical abilities.
His cloak flowed behind him like a trailing banner, symbolizing his royal status, shifting in color with his movements. His crown was a formidable circlet with angular, armored elements and star-like gems embedded into the metal, reflecting both his warrior past and royal heritage.
Natsu looked him up and down, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Huh, how strange," he said, scrutinizing Oberon. "You look a bit like me."
Oberon chuckled, a rich, melodic sound. "More like… you look like me. Perhaps you are a descendant of mine? I have visited Earthland before."
Natsu considered this for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Nah, I'm way better than you," he said with a confident smirk.
Oberon's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Bold words for someone who has yet to fully grasp the depth of his own power," he said. "But tell me, what brings you here, Silver-Eye?"
"This is my world, what the fuck are you doing here you old relic?"
Oberon's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Ah, such fire. It seems the legends of the Silver-Eye are not without merit," he said, his tone both approving and slightly mocking. "But my presence here is a matter of significant importance, not simply an intrusion."
Natsu's gaze was sharp, his posture radiating impatience. "I don't care what your reasons are. The Eclipse Gate is practically a family heirloom, so fuck off—I've got to destroy it."
"Can't have you do that just yet," Oberon replied smoothly, his expression remaining calm.
Natsu chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "Ah, finally, we're at the part where we start bashing each other's heads. I hope you can offer some fun."
"Unfortunately, we won't be fighting," Oberon said, his tone surprisingly respectful. "I'm wise enough to recognize that you're vastly superior to me. In a direct battle, you would undoubtedly win."
"Then why, pray tell, did you come here?" Natsu demanded. "What are your plans to deal with me? Throw me into the Demon Realm? Seal me away? Hmm?"
"How about I just show you?" Oberon replied, teleporting to the front of the now-opened gate.
He stood before the form of a massive, chained dragon, its body obscured by shadows, only the faint outline of its colossal form visible. Oberon turned slightly, as if acknowledging an unseen presence. "No, no, that's cheating, young ones."
Natsu's gaze shifted to the dragon as the darkness surrounding the Eclipse Gate began to dissipate. His eyes widened as the dragon's form was revealed. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The dragon's massive body was covered in sleek, deep onyx scales that shimmered with an ethereal glow, reflecting the light of distant celestial bodies. Along its underside and limbs, the scales transitioned to a striking pure white, creating a stark contrast that evoked a sense of divine purity amidst the darkness.
Adorning its head were six grand horns, arranged in a majestic crown atop its brow. These horns curved elegantly downward, with their tips glowing with a brilliant red light that pierced through the shadows.
Its head was triangular, with sharp, defined features and a commanding jawline. Its eyes blazed with a piercing red light, cutting through the shadows with an intense and radiant focus.
From its brow to the base of its neck flowed a mane of brilliant white hair, crackling with energy and undulating in the wind like a storm of light. Its wings, majestic and powerful, were feathered with silver plumes that gleamed with a celestial sheen, granting it unparalleled grace and agility as it soared through the skies.
Its limbs were elongated and muscular, ending in formidable claws that glinted with a silvery sheen, showcasing its immense strength and dexterity.
"Quite shocking, isn't it?" Oberon said, a smirk playing at his lips as multiple beams of energy shot from the gate. Each beam radiated immense power, transcending ordinary limits.
Natsu's eyes were locked on the dragon, his shock palpable as he took in the sight. "I'm sure you've figured it out by now," Oberon continued, his gaze steady and knowing. "By combining the Eclipse Gate with the omnipotent power of Avalon—"
The dragon let out a cataclysmic roar that reverberated through the chamber. The sheer force of the sound sent shockwaves across the planet, causing it to quake violently.
"—we were able to reach directly into the time stream," Oberon said, his voice barely audible over the dragon's roar. "Specifically, into the dead timelines. And now, the Lost Dragons have Returned. Quite ironic, don't you think?"
As Oberon spoke, the dragon's growls intensified. The massive chains holding it began to rattle, each link snapping one by one with a thunderous sound. The air was charged with palpable energy, and the dragon's presence seemed to consume the very space around it.
"I look forward to seeing the outcome of your battle," Oberon said, his gaze shifting as a new presence materialized within the cave. It was Artoria.
Artoria's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of the dragon. "Is—is that...?"
"Artoria, go!" Natsu commanded, his voice urgent but steady. "Fight Oberon. I'll handle the dragon... I think."
Artoria hesitated, her concern evident. "My love?"
"Please... just go," Natsu said, his voice carrying a note of desperation. The sheer scale of the situation was overwhelming, and he needed her to focus on the immediate threat.
With a final, lingering look, Artoria nodded and turned to confront Oberon, her determination solidifying into resolve. Natsu, now alone with the massive dragon, steeled himself for the daunting battle ahead.
"Artoria Dragneel, Queen of All Dragons, Goddess of Twilight, you will do." said Oberon as he and Artoria disappeared.
With the chains now gone, the Dragon Looked down at Natsu for a moment before being enveloped by magic, shrinking down.
As the dragon's massive form was enveloped in swirling magic and began to shrink, the once-mighty beast transformed into a man—an imposing figure who bore a dramatic familiarity to Natsu.
His hair, a cascade of pink-to-silver locks with a subtle red sheen, was gathered into a distinctive man bun, with the lower half flowing in loose, tousled waves down to his shoulders. The red sheen added a hint of fiery intensity, subtly distinguishing him from his counterpart.
He wore a tailored coat of deep crimson leather, falling just below his knees. The coat featured bold black trim along the seams and cuffs, accented with intricate golden embroidery. The collar was adorned with elaborate demonic runes, stitched in shimmering gold thread, hinting at the dark and potent powers he wielded.
Beneath the coat, he sported a fitted muscle shirt in a deep, dark red, which hugged his athletic physique and allowed for agile movement. His black cargo pants, reinforced at the knees and equipped with multiple pockets, were secured with sleek golden buckles. His knee-high black leather boots featured golden accents and intricate rune patterns, blending style with functionality.
Exposed forearms displayed elaborate demonic tattoos that pulsed with a faint, dark red energy, emphasizing his connection to a different realm of power. Black fingerless gloves provided the necessary grip and flexibility for combat and spellcasting.
An ethereal aura surrounded him, manifesting as a swirling mist of shadowy black interspersed with flashes of red and gold light. This aura highlighted his formidable presence and the unique nature of his abilities. Holstered at his hips were two pistols, crafted from black metal with gold inlays, exuding precision and strength. A massive blade rested on his back, its blackened steel gleaming with golden etchings, ready for action. A striking gold necklace with a pendant of a spear encircled by a dragon adorned his neck, a symbol of his transcendent might and fearsome power.
Natsu stared at the transformed figure with wide eyes, astonished. "I never imagined such a thing could happen," he said, his voice laced with disbelief.
Transcended Perfect Hybrid
ArchDemon
King of Kings
Ragnarok
Natsu Dragneel
The other Natsu tilted his head with a curious expression. "It… is quite strange," he said, his voice carrying an edge of intrigue.
Natsu's frustration grew. "Are you going to tell me why you are here? Why you choose to fight?"
The other Natsu's expression grew serious, a flicker of something inscrutable in his eyes. "It does not matter."
"Why?" Natsu's voice was sharp, demanding an explanation.
"It changes nothing for me," the other Natsu replied, his tone unwavering. "My purpose is not to explain, but to confront. The truth of my existence and actions are secondary to the battle that lies before us."
Natsu's gaze hardened, a flicker of his old, defiant spirit igniting. "Purpose? Since when does Natsu Dragneel care for purpose?"
The other Natsu's lips curled into a smirk. "Perhaps you've forgotten, but even someone like you must confront their own shadows. Purpose or not, this confrontation is unavoidable."
Natsu's eyes narrowed. "Then let's get on with it. If it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get."
The other Natsu nodded silently. "Yes, maybe, just maybe… this will do," he murmured to himself.
"Prepare yourself, Natsu." His voice thundered with an authority that sent a shiver through the air. "I am the Destroyer of All, The One True God Killer— I AM RAGNAROK!" With that, Ragnarok charged at Natsu with blinding speed, far surpassing the speed of light in an instant.
Ragnarok's hand closed around Natsu's throat, his grip unyielding. He hurled Natsu into the sky with a brutal punch, the force propelling him higher and higher.
"So strong..." Natsu thought, his mind racing despite the pain. "He's using cosmic levels of power without the cosmic destruction." Before he could finish his thought, Ragnarok was already upon him. In an instant, he appeared behind Natsu and delivered a devastating kick, sending Natsu crashing into a mountain near Crocus.
Ragnarok hovered above the impact site, six majestic white-feathered wings spread wide. With a deep breath, he bellowed across the planet, his voice resonating with an immense, terrifying authority. "MONGRELS ! THE DESTROYER OFF ALL HAS ARRIVED! I BRING YOU DEATH!" The earth quaked beneath his proclamation, and his challenge echoed into other realms, signaling the arrival of a force that promised utter annihilation.
One of the beings that emerged from the Eclipse Gate stood on a rock, his gaze fixed on Ragnarok with a smirk curling his lips. "All hail the King of Death," he declared, his voice dripping with mock reverence.
He turned, his attention shifting to Wendy, who stood across from him, lightning crackling around her in a fierce display of power. "Ah? So there is someone as fast as I?" the being remarked with a hint of surprise.
Wendy tilted her head, her expression unimpressed. "Even faster."
"We'll see about that—?"
"Wendy Marvell Dragneel," she interrupted, her voice cold and resolute, "remember that name. It will be the last one you hear before eternal nothingness."
The being chuckled darkly, the sound echoing ominously. "Well, I suppose I should introduce myself too."
Velocis
A Former Thunder Dragon
Dragon God of Speed
Velocis wore a full suit of high-tech armor, designed for both protection and speed. The helmet had a sleek, aerodynamic design with a visor made from translucent material that glowed with a light blue hue, crackling with electric blue lightning. The HUD displayed real-time data on speed, temporal fluctuations, and electrical energy levels. The mouthpiece of the helmet mimicked a dragon's maw, and the crest extended into sharp, dragon-like horns that curved backward, electric arcs running along their length.
The chestplate was a single, continuous piece of metallic armor with overlapping, scale-like plates resembling dragon scales. These scales had a subtle electric blue glow and crackled with lightning, giving the chestplate an energized appearance. An energy core at the center not only powered the suit's temporal abilities but also channeled lightning, visible as electric sparks dancing around the core.
The shoulder pauldrons were robust and streamlined, resembling the extended wings of a dragon. They were enhanced with electric blue accents and built-in thrusters that glowed with a faint blue light. Dynamic lightning patterns pulsed in rhythm with Velocis's movements, contributing to the suit's agility and speed.
The gauntlets were fully metallic, featuring retractable blades with lightning-infused edges. These blades extended rapidly and were made from a high-tech material capable of cutting through most defenses. The gauntlets also had intricate, glowing patterns combining temporal and lightning motifs. Electrical energy crackled around the blades when deployed, adding an additional layer of offense.
The belt and waist armor integrated energy conduits that enhanced the suit's temporal and lightning abilities. The belt's sleek design included additional storage compartments for tools or energy cells. The waist armor consisted of segmented, scale-like metal plates that provided protection while allowing for flexible movement. Lightning veins ran through the armor, adding an electric blue glow and enhancing its overall appearance.
The leggings continued the metallic and scale-like design, reinforced with plating for maximum protection and flexibility. Internal areas glowed with a soft blue light, and lightning patterns were interwoven with the design, providing an additional electric charge. The knees and thighs featured flexible, segmented armor, crackling with electrical energy.
The boots were high-tech and metallic, designed to support high-speed movement with reinforced materials. The soles featured integrated thrusters and anti-slip technology, glowing with blue light and crackling with electric arcs. The boots also had electric shock capabilities to stun opponents on contact.
"Not very dragon-like, are you?" Wendy asked, her tone dripping with boredom and disdain.
Velocis's eyes, visible through the visor, flashed with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You're right," he replied, his voice resonating with a metallic echo. "I'm not exactly your traditional dragon. I've evolved beyond the ancient forms, blending dragon essence with cutting-edge technology."
Wendy's gaze remained steady, her lightning crackling more intensely around her. "I don't care how evolved you are. I'll deal with you just the same."
Velocis chuckled, a low, mechanical sound that seemed to reverberate through the air. "Brave words from one so young. But let's see if your speed can match mine."
With Lucy
Lucy's eyes widened as she saw the figure before her. "Is—is that... Natsu? No, he looks different."
Before Lucy could process more, a voice interrupted her from behind. "It is Natsu, just not the one you know."
Lucy spun around, instantly adopting a defensive stance. "And you are?"
The newcomer's laughter was light and melodious, carrying an air of whimsy.
Faean exuded an ethereal charm, her presence like a delicate morning dew kissed by the first light of dawn. Her skin shimmered with a radiant, almost otherworldly glow, while her hair flowed in cascading golden waves, reflecting sunlight in a mesmerizing dance of light. Her eyes, a sparkling green reminiscent of the finest emeralds, held a glint of mischief.
Her attire was a vision of enchantment: a dress woven from translucent fabric that sparkled in shades of gold and silver, giving the impression of a living constellation. "Your opponent, but you can call me Faean."
Lucy's hand tightened on her bow, her stance unwavering. "You don't say."
With Cana
Cana squared off against her opponent, her gaze sharp and unyielding.
Elaris, the Echoing Seer, stood before her with an aura of enigmatic grace. His appearance was both mystical and mesmerizing. His translucent skin shimmered with a soft, ethereal purple hue, giving him an otherworldly presence. His flowing hair cascaded in deep violet waves, contrasting strikingly with his bright lavender eyes, which seemed to hold the secrets of the cosmos.
His robe was a marvel of shifting colors and patterns, resembling sound waves in perpetual motion. The robe rippled with hues of purple and silver, its design echoing and changing as if it resonated with the very fabric of sound. Elaris wore a delicate silver circlet upon his brow, and in his hand, he held a staff topped with a crystal orb that pulsed rhythmically, emitting a gentle, mesmerizing light.
Cana's stance remained firm, her grip on her cards steady. "I don't know what you're up to, but I'm not backing down."
Elaris's voice was soft yet resonant, carrying a hint of amusement. "Such determination. Very well, let the echoes of our encounter reveal their truths."
With Juvia
Juvia stood resolute before her opponent, her expression a mixture of determination and curiosity.
Bryndis, the Tidal Emissary, greeted her with an aura of calm and grace. Her presence was serene, almost hypnotic. Her skin possessed a soft, pale blue hue, reminiscent of the gentle light filtering through ocean depths. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like the ebb and flow of the sea, and her deep, tranquil blue eyes mirrored the vast, calming expanse of the ocean.
Bryndis wore a flowing gown that seemed to be woven from liquid light, shifting with patterns that mimicked the movement of water. The fabric flowed and rippled as if it were an extension of the sea itself. A delicate shell-shaped diadem adorned her forehead, complementing her ethereal appearance. In her hand, she held a staff crowned with a large, translucent blue gem, resembling a droplet of water poised to fall.
Juvia's gaze was unwavering as she addressed Bryndis. "I'm here to stop you. I won't let you drown everything in chaos."
Bryndis's voice was soothing, yet carried a subtle undertone of melancholy. "You face a force of nature, Juvia. The tides of fate are not easily changed."
With Mira
Mira faced her opponent with a steady gaze, her stance reflecting her readiness for battle. Before her stood Thorne, the Verdant Warden.
Thorne exuded a robust and earthy presence, his skin textured like ancient bark, giving him a natural, almost primal appearance. His hair was a wild tangle of vines and leaves, flowing down in a cascade of greenery that seemed alive. His eyes, a deep, forest green, held a gaze as penetrating and unyielding as the heart of the woods.
He wore a rugged and practical tunic, woven from intertwined branches and foliage. This attire was not just for show but was functional, blending seamlessly with the natural environment. His leggings matched the ruggedness of his tunic, crafted from living plants and vines that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.
In his hand, Thorne carried a staff that resembled a gnarled branch, adorned with clusters of leaves and small blossoms. The staff seemed to resonate with the energy of the forest, a symbol of his deep connection to nature.
Back with Artoria
Artoria and Oberon materialized a few kilometers away from Crocus, close enough to witness the chaos unfolding with Ragnarok.
"What did you do?" Artoria demanded, her voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. Her gaze was locked on the colossal figure wreaking havoc in the distance.
Oberon's expression remained calm, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "I did nothing that was not already destined to occur," he said, his tone nonchalant. "The Eclipse Gate has unlocked a conduit to the dead timelines, bringing forth the Lost Dragons. Ragnarok was one such entity, a being from a timeline where he was the ultimate destroyer."
Artoria's voice was tinged with a mix of desperation and anger as she demanded answers. "That is Natsu! What happened to him? What did you do?"
Oberon's gaze remained steady, his tone carrying an unsettling calmness. "What you see is a version of Natsu from a dead timeline, a reality where he was known as Ragnarok, the ultimate destroyer. By manipulating the Eclipse Gate and drawing from the dead timelines, we've… resurrected him."
Artoria's eyes widened in shock. "You brought him here? You turned him into this monster?"
Oberon shook his head slightly, his expression remaining unreadable. "Not turned. The Natsu you see is a version pushed to the brink, one who lost everything, who never truly gained it all. In his timeline, his destined adversaries did not wait for him to be ready. They struck at the moment they knew of him—when he was still unprepared."
Artoria's breath caught. "When did they attack? Before he fought Acnologia on Tenro? After his battle with Ignia? How did they exploit him?"
Oberon's gaze was thoughtful. "That, I suppose, we'll never fully know. Perhaps Zeref failed to send him into the future, forcing him to confront these enemies as a child, or in a state of constant turmoil. The specifics are irrelevant now. What matters is the path he walked—one of endless struggle and rage. The version of Natsu you see before you embodies the consequence of such a path."
Artoria's determination hardened. "This isn't just a test. It's a twisted game to see how far he can be pushed before he breaks. I won't let it end like this—"
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to assist him," Oberon interrupted, drawing his blade. "The purpose of this exercise is to teach control. Control over your rage, control over your power. It's a lesson for all of you, and it must be learned through struggle."
Artoria's eyes flashed with defiance. "You can't seriously expect us to just watch as Natsu is torn apart by this… this abomination."
Oberon's expression remained stoic. "The lesson is harsh, but necessary. Your intervention would undermine the very essence of this trial. If Natsu is to overcome this version of himself, it must be through his own strength and resolve."
With that, Oberon raised his blade, its edge shimmering with an otherworldly light. "The path to true mastery is fraught with trials. If you truly care for him, you will respect this process, even if it means witnessing his struggle."
Artoria's fists clenched, her face a mask of grim determination. "If I can't help Natsu directly, then I'll make sure to deliver your headless body to him."
Oberon chuckled, his gaze unfazed by her threat. "Control over rage, Artoria. Surely your father, Igneel, would understand the necessity of such trials."
"Enough talk," Artoria snapped, drawing her sword with a swift motion. "If you won't allow me to help Natsu, then I'll take my frustrations out on you. Let's see if you're as formidable as you claim."
Oberon's eyes glinted with amusement as he prepared to engage. "Very well. If it is a lesson in control and power you seek, I shall be your opponent."
The air crackled with tension as the two powerful beings prepared for combat, each driven by their own sense of duty and conviction. Artoria's resolve was unwavering, her focus solely on overcoming the obstacle before her, while Oberon stood poised, ready to demonstrate the harsh lessons he had deemed necessary.
