Crimson Rebellion

Year X792

The Kingdom of Fiore – a land called home to many different groups of individuals that practice the magical arts known as Mage Guilds. A peaceful ruled by a monarchy that cares deeply about the hearts and well-being of its people was currently under siege by war. The Alvarez Empire unleashed an all-out invasion led by the Emperor known colloquially as the Black Wizard, Zeref. Attended by his elite guard known as the Spriggan 12, the evil sorcerer's goal was to invade the land in order to obtain a secret artifact for his own secret agenda. Determined to defend their homeland, the guilds all united to fight back which even led to the Magic Council—the ones who oversee the various guilds across the land—to getting involved. Leading the charge was the most famous guild, Fairy Tail, as the war between the two nations began.

The fighting was fierce pushing all of the wizards to their limits as one by one they fell due to the inability of handling battle. Destruction spread rapidly across every battlefront leaving many lives to be claimed in the process. Despair riddled the nation but those who still possessed the will to fight refused to give in for the sake of defending their homeland. After all, if they could not defend their home then who would?

Amidst her battle-scarred comrades stood one of the strongest mages in the land, Erza Scarlet. Otherwise known by her alias as "Titania – the Queen of Fairies", the red-headed S-class Mage was currently forced down on her bended knee covered with various abrasions, bruises and scars obscured by bandages from medical treatment she sought to just patch her up so she can get into the fight. The fatigue from fighting one of the Spriggan 12 coupled with occasional skirmishes throughout her time on the battlefield was catching up to her but she could not afford to recognize the physical limit of her body, not now when her comrades needed her most.

Her breathing was ragged as a mixture of sweat and blood trickled down her normally soft skin. The tempered beauty of the famous guild wanted to keep fighting with all her might. She just needed a brief pause so that she could use her magic—Requip—to don one of her numerous armors so that she could continue the fight. However, the enemy had greatly changed the landscape and not because of how the fighting was being handled but because of some unknown magic. Though her comrades were scattered all over the place in widespread regions fighting on multiple fronts, currently she was reunited with her fellow guild members of Fairy Tail along with other familiar faces from different guilds she was associated with over time. Although this was good for them in a sense that the allies were able to regroup, the enemy also shared the same benefit.

The 19 year old battle maiden peered across the wide open battlefield that now occupied the wreckage of city of Magnolia. Through her crimson bangs that hung over her right eye yielding most of her sight through the left, she could see a horde of 1 million soldiers clad in armor that compiled the bulk of the Alvarez Empire's army. Just behind them within the wreckage of the guild hall that Fairy Tail called home, the Spriggan 12 were also gathered holding one of their own hostage—Mavis Vermillion, the keeper of the relic that Zeref was looking for. As if circumstances could not be any worse, a mysterious eye pattern had occupied the once peaceful blue skies as if observing the happenings of the land below. Erza could only surmise that it had something to do with the magic that changed the locations of everyone on the field due to it being absent before.

The woman pushed herself to stand up once more preparing to lead the charge towards the enemy. The mages of this land could not afford to show fear now even with these odds stacking against them. They invaded their home, destroyed their city and now they had one of their own. There was no way they would be getting away with this. Erza felt strongly in her heart that if they all united together, their bonds would be strong enough to drive off this enemy once and for all. She raised her blade that she was leaning on as a crutch high into the sky and activated her Requip magic. A blinding light then surrounded her body as her clothing and appearance began to change. Her body was down with red pants that had yellow flames on the lower cuffs while her bust was wrapped firmly within white bandages. Her long, red hair had now been tied into a ponytail as her dark brown eyes became filled with determination. Equipped with the samurai blade known as the "Demon Blade Crimson Sakura", she stood resolute in her determination as those around her stood ready for the next fight. Alongside numerous members of other guilds, they all rushed towards the fight before them.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the battlefield observing the futile gathering of all the major guilds of this land trying to fight against his imposing numbers, the Black Wizard could only smile. As the Emperor of Alvarez, Zeref Dragneel knew that his forces were far superior in every way against the fools whom dared to oppose him. With the full might of his elites—the Spriggan 12—at his back, there was no possible way that his plans would not be able to come to fruition. The mages were like lambs being led to the slaughter. They were all just insignificant obstacles in his way that needed to be cleared.

"Irene," he spoke in reference to one of 12 that were gathered behind him. It was then that a mature, redheaded beauty with the garb akin to a witch only with a significantly larger hat stepped forward holding a large staff.

"Yes Your Highness?" she answered.

"You did a great favor using 'Universe One' to banish Acnologia away from the warzone as well as reuniting our forces," he complimented as he walked forward while observing the open wasteland where the final battle would take place.

"Of course my lord, with Acnologia out of the way no one will be able to stop you," the woman responded.

Aside from the enemy mages of Fiore on this continent, there was a third force that sought only to destroy everything—the Dragon King, Acnologia. Although he was only one person, he was a nigh-immortal dragon that was once a man. He could instantaneously switch between his human form and the great beast that brought despair and destruction wherever he went. Such a foe could not be easily dealt with so he had to be sent away even if it was only temporarily. The World Reconstruction Magic known as Universe One was an extensive magic that was cast by Irene Belserion which engulfed the entire continent of Ishgar and changed the geographic landscape. This brought together all of the Alvarez Empire's forces within the ruins of Magnolia and scattered everyone else randomly and fortunately banished the evil dragon away to some unknown point on the planet.

"Now then, let us finish this war in one fell swoop," Zeref spoke with confidence as his menacing stare captured the oncoming forces within his evil gaze. His great army before waiting for the coming assault by the mages of this country along with his elite fighting force at his back ready to enforce his will, the sinister wizard could only smirk in amusement.

"I shall not let you see tomorrow…"

Would it be a war where good would triumph over evil or would darkness prevail and hope be crushed without delay? As the two sides were about to collide in a battle that would determine the fate of this world, an unexpected interruption occurred within that very moment. The large eye in the sky was soon blacked out by a spiraling blanket of nimbus clouds as loud claps of thunder echoed in the atmosphere. Soon after, dangerous bolts of electricity boasting red and bluish-purple in colors flashed in the skies as if the heavens were splitting in half to call something forth. Everyone on the ground halted from movement basking in the awe of the sudden change in weather.

About 1,000 feet between the encroaching mage guilds of Fiore and the horde of Alvarez warriors was left unimpeded by either side. Within that gap, lightning struck the ground causing it to shake under every single person present. The privilege of clear eyesight was stripped away from both sides as the crashing of the earth being split apart from the impact of light resonated within everyone's hearing. That pillar of crimson and indigo light behaved like a beam that came from the dark spiral above heralding the arrival of something…or somebody.

The blinding light began to fade as the summoning light soon disappeared leaving only a small crater and burned stone to remain. Amidst the circle was a person clad in bronze armor and black robes with a red and steel colored mask. As the attention of those present was diverted upon him, the mysterious individual stood up and gazed across the landscape trying to decipher the enigmatic nature of this location. Though as the new presence took the time to observe the surrounding area, the army of the Alvarez Empire and the mage guilds of Fiore soon bore witness to the new presence.

Behind him among the mages, Erza stopped in her tracks gazing at the back of the unknown entity that appeared in the middle of the war zone. She felt an extreme amount of caution since it was unclear whether this person was summoned by the Alvarez Empire or was an ally to the guilds present. Given how she could perceive the confusion even across the ranks of the foes before her, then it would seem that both sides were being impeded by an uninvited guest. This begged the question as to why some random stranger would actually appear in the middle of a crisis. In addition, why was there such an entrance for one person? It did not make sense at all. Against all odds of reason, she should play the patience card to see what would occur next but she found herself advancing forward ever so carefully wanting to know for herself who this person was.

"Wait, Erza-san!" a young female's voice called out running up to the red-headed warrior and grabbing her wrist.

Titania gasped slightly and cast her gaze back to the source of the voice having to look down in order to see another female that was a part of Fairy Tail. Sporting a black and white summer dress that was tattered from fighting in previous skirmishes while being identified with her iconic blue hair bound in the twin-tailed hair style, the girl who yielded an expression of concern towards the S-class mage was none other than Wendy Marvell—the Sky Dragon Slayer.

"What's wrong, Wendy?" Erza asked curiously wanting to know why her comrade seemed so spooked.

"That person…whatever you do, don't go out there!" the young girl pleaded.

"Why? What is bothering you about him?"

"My nose is burning really bad right now and my instincts are screaming at me warning me to stay away from that person. I don't know who or what that person is but their power is just something that isn't to be trifled with. In fact, I don't even know what to make of it."

Dragon slayers all had unique abilities about them that gave them more animal instinct akin to the creatures they are named after. As such, their senses were all dramatically enhanced far beyond the scale of human comprehension. Among the 4 dragon slayer mages within Fairy Tail, Wendy's sense of smell was perhaps the strongest. In addition, her being in tune with a wide variety of spells that were status based gave her a stronger premise with identifying magic or other sources of power. Though, Erza could not help but to be perplexed about her last statement.

"What do you mean you don't know what to make of that person's power?" Erza inquired.

"It's…not magic. Whatever source of immense strength that person has is not magical by any means but it's definitely something supernatural. For my nose to pick up on it means that this stranger could be a threat to everyone here…bigger than Zeref and the Spriggan 12; in fact, it's not too far to say this person is a threat beyond Acnologia himself."

With that explanation, Erza could not help but feel something she's never really acknowledged before. A cruel chill was sent riveting down her spine rattling the bones throughout her entire body. She felt an inexplicable squeeze around her heart and jolting pains that cramped her legs. Her mind felt numb as she began to tremble when she let Wendy's words ring within her ears. She faced many challenges in her past alongside her comrades in the forms of different dark guilds. Zeref, the forces of the Alvarez Empire, even Acnologia were all threats that loomed overhead here and now but having to face the reality of another opponent who registered on a scale that went beyond the most terrifying creature in all of existence? There was only one word that could describe the feeling that gripped her so tightly in this moment and that was fear.

Meanwhile on the other side of the landscape among the forces of the Alvarez Empire, Zeref found himself pondering over the identity of the random stranger that appeared from the pillar of light. His focus on the task at hand had been broken with the spectacular display of the dark specter's arrival. Witnessing the appearance of an individual from such cascading light meant that this person could potentially be a threat. However, he needed a closer look in order to render proper judgment over his next move. It was at this moment that the Black Wizard turned to the red-headed witch to his right.

"Irene, I need a close-up of our unexpected guest," he commanded with a calm tone. Without a second's delay, the woman acknowledged.

She raised her ostentatious staff in the air for a moment turning her gaze to the sky. The same pattern in the atmosphere that became visible after the dark storm clouds faded away appeared within her own eyes allowing her to see the armored individual on the field and observe the person carefully.

"Well? What do you see, Irene?" Zeref requested.

"It appears to be an armored male armed with a singular blade. I'm not sure where he hails from given that the design of the armor bears no familiarity to me. I'm also guessing he's a rogue since he bears no colors of any particular nation. To be honest, it's almost like he's not even from this world," Irene explained with a hint of fascination in her voice.

"A visitor of unknown origin that is possibly from a foreign world unexpectedly appearing in the middle of a war is quite an interesting turn of events. Though what would cause such an arrival to happen here and now? What is his purpose I wonder?" Zeref thought aloud.

"It would appear that we are about to find out," Irene said as she continued to watch the individual begin to show signs of movement.

Obsidian stood upon the wide open ruin that was the battlefield looking around him trying to determine what was happening. Taking a trip through the universe was something that he was accustomed to doing but visiting new worlds was still an enlightening experience to him. As he carefully processed the sights around him, all he could gather was that he was amidst the devastation of an element that was familiar to him. Seeing an insurmountable amount of armed individuals before him and a sizeable number of people behind him appearing like they were about to fight meant that he found himself in the familiar aspect of war.

"Looks like I popped up at a bad time," the masked man spoke to himself feeling the stares of both sides locked upon him. However given the task that he had as his priority, he could not afford the liberty of caring about what these people were thinking.

"Indra, how am I supposed to find this fragment?"

[You'll know it when you feel it. Trust me. With your senses, it will stick out to you as if holding a sign. Right now, I believe it is on the move so it would seem that someone in this world has their hands on it. After all, those with a massive lust for power are attracted to it the most. Perhaps you should ask around if there is anyone like that here.]

"You really do love your jokes don't you? Power hungry maniacs, my favorite kind of people to deal with…" Obsidian remarked with sarcasm.

Left with an ambiguous clue by an annoying rustic deity gave the armored warrior a slight headache but this was just the first leg in a potentially long journey. Once more, he found himself taking in his surroundings but it was more so to study the people who occupied the land that were about to commence would he could only imagine to be a bloody battle. Wearing this armor made him feel more focused than before channeling his energy efficiently as opposed to the sporadic state it was in back home. He felt serenity within himself which further allowed him to get in touch with his surroundings.

Searching for a potentially power hungry maniac in a time of war was simple if he had to go off of his experience. After all, the warrior was accustomed to it since he dealt with those people almost on a regular basis among both friend and foe. He cast his obscured gaze behind him for a moment glancing over the roughed up wizards that he knew nothing about. Though unfamiliar with the concept of magic, he could still read their auras. From that he felt desperation and anger. That latter emotion was not the typical anger that someone felt when engulfed in a fury of vengeance or hate that he knew of once upon a time; no, this kind of anger was the type that spawned when one was fighting for the sake of something or someone else. He felt that desire emanating from them to take back what they had lost. That kind of anger was also something he came to know because he felt it deep inside him. It was the kind of anger that was birthed from the insatiable desire of having the feeling of home again. In short, whomever he was searching for could not be among them.

Obsidian then turned his attention to the massive horde of soldiers before him clad in armor. The legions numbered a figure similar to the amount of people he had a hand in slaughtering from the time he altered the timeline in his universe. That was something his guilt would easily dwell on but he could not afford to dwell on those events. Feeling the aura this army was giving off wasn't exactly normal. For starters, he could tell they didn't possess any form of remarkable abilities if counted individually but that's where the numbers came from. They were meant to be an imposing force to discourage their enemies. On the other hand, there was something else about them. They were abnormal in the sense that their existences could not be counted as being human. Even if they truly were human beings underneath their armor, he could feel that they were augmented. In fact, they reminded him of those augmented experiments that Dr. Stylish kept within his private army when fighting the Jaegers a long time ago.

Past the army, he felt a stronger force of power grouped together behind them. A cluster of approximately 13 people were standing together, all of which contained considerable sources of power. Albeit impressive for this world, in Obsidian's eyes they were of no real consequential threat to him. As he scanned their auras with his senses, he felt the exact kind of negative energy he was looking for. The sole purpose of destruction for the sake of some goal or ideal was yet another notion that the Dark Harbinger was familiar with due to experience. Now he knew whom he had to question in order to discern the whereabouts of this fragment but something else caught his eye.

"One of those 12 is watching me closely," he said to himself looking up into the sky towards the unique pattern above him. That eye-shape was connected to someone on this field right now and that person was standing within the group of 12 behind the protection of this great army.

"Guess it's time that I say hello," he muttered before making his move.

From the view of Irene Belserion, the person in the enigmatic armor seemed to be confused. She could not help but to smirk in a way finding this individual to be something that piqued her innate curiosity. Perhaps he was an entity that could serve the purpose of her lord to which they could effectively win this war without delay? Or maybe he was the perfect specimen to deal with Acnologia once and for all? Her calculating mind could not help but to savor that idea alone. She only craved the quickest means to Zeref's victory no matter what. However, she found herself surprised by what was taking place.

"Why is this stranger looking at me?" Irene gasped in shock as she continued observing the man from the eye in the sky. Her fellow Spriggans as well as the Emperor of Alvarez himself turned their attention to her in confusion.

"What are you talking about, Irene?" The Black Wizard inquired speaking for the group.

"Your Highness, this may sound completely crazy but it feels like that person is staring straight up at the sky peering through my spell. It's as if he is looking directly at me…or…through me rather."

"Impossible, no one should have that level of awareness with your spells. In fact, I question if he is even a mage."

Before Irene could even respond back to the Emperor, the enigma in the middle of the battle zone disappeared from her sight without a trace. No one on the field knew where he went on the side of mage guilds or amid the massive forces standing in formation. One minute, the dark figure was there then he was gone the next. This caused the red-headed sorceress to lose her breath once more as the astonishment settled in.

"That…that cannot be!" she shouted out causing her companions to tense up as a result.

"Irene, what happened?!" the black-haired evil mage shouted as a result. He knew the woman all too well. To see Irene, the normally collected and maintained of the 12 elites distraught like this meant that this matter was indeed of a serious nature.

"He's…" Irene started to say as she severed her link with the observational spell. Just as she was about to speak about what had just transpired within her field of vision, the person that had vanished without a trace appeared before them almost instantaneously without any further delay. Catching them all off guard, the imposing individual towered before them looming like death made flesh.

As Obsidian found himself standing before Zeref and the Spriggan 12, the man behind the mask merely remained silent observing their responses to see which one would attempt to make the first move. There was a mixture of men and women in this group—more of the former than the latter—which held various facial expressions towards him. Most were of surprise or anxiety which is understandable given he just appeared before them within a fraction of a second, but there were some that kept their composure and stood their ground. That was a good thing for them and all but the assassin in black could hardly care. It was then that the royal with black hair stepped forward; he was a few inches shorter than the imposing presence but he still appeared to keep his calm as the one who spoke for the group.

"Greeting stranger, I am Zeref Dragneel – the Emperor of Alvarez. It would appear that you are new to these lands. That was quite an entrance that you made with the light show and all but you do realize that you stumbled onto a battlefield? Might I inquire your identity and your business here among us?" the daring wizard introduced feeling no form of intimidation or fear towards the Harbinger of Death.

Hearing the man's words, the armored assassin was surprised at himself at his ability to make sense of the language. He felt that this universe was of a different time yet it held an archaic feel to it much like his own yet he was unaware if they possessed any sort of technological advances like the world of his brother, the Red Knight. Their dialect was a bit rough in terms of sound and cruel in the sense that the words came across as if they were hacking on something. Perhaps that was the way the tongue flowed in this nature with that brutish tone or maybe it was just the individual before him. Yet miraculously, he could understand every word as if the language was native to his own world. That was what garnered the greatest surprise to him but little did he know that it was a passive feat with his armor which was simply called 'Multilingual'. As the name of the ability suggested, Obsidian was able to comprehend any form of communication yielded towards him.

"My name is Obsidian and I'm looking for something that doesn't belong here," he spoke while folding his arms. Hopefully his words would come across to this overbearing royal in a language he could understand. The Harbinger merely wanted to get the fragment he was looking for and leave without any further delay so finding the location of the item as soon as possible would be optimal; however, he knew he had to account for some sort of obstruction to the completion of his goal.

"Obsidian eh? Well in all fairness, you are an entity that doesn't seem to belong here in this war. Perhaps you are mistaking yourself as the object to which you are looking for?" Zeref replied with a bit of sarcasm in his mannerisms. Of course the only reason why the wizard was speaking this way was to avoid losing face in front of his elites behind him that were still largely rattled by the man before them.

"Look, I couldn't care less about whatever war you and your people are having in this land. It's not my business nor is it my concern. But here's a word of advice, the oppressed will always topple the oppressors no matter how overwhelming the advantage may be. The problem with those who possess power is that they become overconfident in themselves and always underestimate those who either have nothing left to lose or those who refuse to lose after struggling so hard to achieve what they have gained. You underestimate the value of what you have dismissing it as something you can easily replace but the oppressed treasure everything they can and won't let go of it lightly. I've seen your kind many times in my life and it never ceases to amaze me how pathetic you can be. You always fail in the end so enjoy your pride while you still have the chance," Obsidian lectured with a clear tone of voice. Using his words alone, the man had cut the evil sorcerer and his forces deeper than any blade.

"You know nothing. Who are you to speak to me in such an insolent way when you haven't the slightest idea of what's going on? Perhaps I should show you just what real power is capable of," Zeref responded with a seething fury snapping his fingers loudly with an enchantment signaling his soldiers to advance.

"Witness a massacre firsthand!"

The legions began to rush directly at the mage guilds in that next movement. The maddened warriors were oozing bloodlust directing their one million strong forces at the weakened rebels that stood to fight for the once peaceful land. As Erza and the other fairies stood for what may be the longest and hardest fight of their lives, they would find themselves in for an unexpected surprise.

"I didn't want to get involved but honestly…this is boring," Obsidian sighed turning towards the direction of the legions that were rushing forward. With a flash, the intimidating man in the black robes vanished from the sight of Zeref and the Spriggan 12. The instant after that, he was standing alone before the massive horde that was rushing the battered and beaten mages. Those preparing for what very well may be their last fight saw the stranger in the distance unsure of what was about to happen. He was only about 75 feet in front of them with the enemy rapidly encroaching in distance towards him. Erza felt confusion over what this person was doing and before she could catch herself, she was screaming out.

"Get out of the way!!!" she yelled desperately thinking that the enigma was foolish to take on the slaughter coming for them all by himself.

Meanwhile, Zeref merely folded his arms and chuckled dismissing the speed that the man had displayed feeling as if the visitor just opened himself up for imminent failure.

"You may have impressive speed but against a million soldiers, I doubt you'll live very long to show us anymore of your tricks," he spoke but the boastful individual did not realize how wrong he was.

"I, the solitary force that shall split the heavens,

Hath endured many trials along the journey

With a voice of thunder and the tears of the vanquished,

I shall sever my chains once more;

To be free in this world,

I summon thee…

Absolute Blade Trance Second Version Restricted – Cosmic Furnace!"

A bellowing aura of azure radiance enveloped Obsidian in that moment as a large pool seemed to open up open the landscape that the large army was marching over. As the entire area seemed to morph into a mysterious space that blanketed out as though the stars appeared on the Earth, the army became locked in place. Instantly, each person caught in this field was bounded by lightning chains rendering movement impossible. The entire field was an isolated dimensional space that was carved out into its own separate universe much like Cosmic Foundry that Obsidian used on Leviathan in the past. The difference was that this version was restricted to the point where the forces caught were separated from this plane of existence onto another plane that was perceivable by spectators in real time.

The Stormbringer was actually experimenting with this ability. He never actually tried it out before but he figured he would take the advice of his family about experimentation with his arsenal. In a sense, he had effectively implemented a means of removing a large quantity of enemies with a maneuver that would allow him to do it without exerting too much energy. If one were to abridge this situation in simpler terms, Obsidian was honestly playing around to entertain himself.

"Now then, be gone," the caster of the move uttered as a quantitative amount of blue lightning blades sprung from the dimensional space impaling every single target in one fatal move. In that next moment, one million soldiers birthed from human beings who sold their souls to experimentation becoming mindless, indoctrinated monsters found their lives cut in less than a second. After that, the space imploded wiping their existence away without as much as a trace of blood or remains. With that deed done, Obsidian dashed with his incredible speed over towards the tyrannical sorcerer and his elite guard once more leaving everyone that was in formation behind him at that time to be awestruck by the power that was displayed.

"Impossible…" Zeref muttered when he saw his forces dissipate into nothingness. His invasion force that he brought across the seas to tear this nation apart was destroyed just like that. How could such a thing be possible? He knew he would lose a few scores of men in this war that might reach into the hundreds of thousands but that would negligible at most. Losing all of them was not in his calculations at all.

The members of the Spriggan 12 were also staring wide-eyed at what just occurred as well. Even the strongest of the group such as August and Irene Belserion could not comprehend what just transpired. How could one man possess so much raw strength? Was that magic that just witnessed or something more? Acnologia was a major concern yes but this was something else entirely. It was then that the manifestation of their fear returned to stand amongst them once more.

"Now then, about the object I'm looking for…" Obsidian nonchalantly stated getting back to the business at hand. At this point, the solitary presence was simply irritated by the distractions that he was coerced into handling by unfortunate circumstance. As the 13 people before him stood ready as if they had to fight him, albeit a fleeting effort, the hooded assailant merely folded his arms virtually unmoved by their apparent threat.

"Someone in this world has something that they shouldn't. Now I'm sure there was another party that would be here right now but he or she isn't and I wouldn't be surprised if that person has what I'm after. I'm guessing you all know who I'm referring to so start talking. I'm trying to keep this issue contained to one chapter and resolve it within 30 pages so please pick up the pace."

"If you really think that I, an immortal mage who's lived for hundreds of years, will be intimidated by you just because you can perform a couple of parlor tricks then you are…" Zeref was boasting before being cut off.

"Immortal? Let's test that."

In one swift action, Obsidian delivered a strong right hook that sent the proud emperor flying with enough force that allowed his body to travel at light speed around the planet. Within the very next instance, Zeref flew around the world 7 times; but before a full second passed in which he would have traveled half a lap around the spherical body that humanity lived upon, Obsidian caught his vessel by grabbing his face and slamming him into the ground that he initially stood upon causing a small crater to form under everyone's feet that was present causing the other 12 to back away from the impact zone. Now laying in a fashion that could only be described as seemingly lifeless, the pillar of might in this world was rendered useless.

The Spriggan 12 was now faced with an unlikely opponent but they nonetheless had to take vengeance for their lord. Before they could even attempt to fight back, 11 of them were each rendered unconscious as Obsidian assailed them all with a decisive blow robbing them of the ability to put up a useless struggle. Only one of them was left standing and that was the red-headed sorceress that was trying to spy on him from the skies. Irene Belserion now found herself trembling before Obsidian as he held one hand in front of her face like he was about to end her in one move as well.

"You understand the position you're in right? Your allies are wiped out, your leader is probably dead and your army is gone. I could easily let the other side have you as penance or I could end you myself but as I said before, I don't care about the issues of this world. All I want is my fragment so tell me who has it?" the assassin interrogated with extreme prejudice.

"I…I…think you mean…Acnologia…but I s…sent him away so he would not interfere in our plans," she stammered in response.

"Then where is he?"

"I…I don't know. My world reconstruction magic can teleport anyone anywhere without my discretion as consequence."

"In other words, you are useless to me…"

"No please…wait…don't kill me!"

"I have no plans on it so long as you stay out of my way…"

Suddenly he turned his head towards the left facing the sky. He felt an unspeakable and ambiguous source of power that he was unfamiliar with heading this way being carted by a power source akin to one of the these Spriggans he had just dealt with but only more primal. An audacious roar came from the distance which rattled those in the distance. In the distance, Obsidian could see the shape of a strange beast that seemed to have a similar silhouette like Rias' Apocalypse form…only significantly smaller and less intimidating. In his eyes, he could describe as a cousin to Leviathan's form but the man felt no sort of intimidation upon seeing its visage.

A black dragon that had a skeletal form much like a human being had come forth soaring through the skies with its great wings. The white-spotted pattern and soulless whites of its eyes made him seem like a monster that caused great terror in this world as Obsidian could feel the anxiety and fear coming from the mages that were in the far distance from his location. Even Irene was trembling intensively as result not expecting the beast to return so soon. Taking up on the reactions, the Harbinger of Death knew that this beast was none other than Acnologia himself.

Landing in the middle of the field letting out a giant roar, a bright light of dark energy was emitted from the beast before revealing the form of a man. With dark skin, long white hair and a scar over his face, the man cloaked in rags stood holding a glowing orange jewel in his hand while smirking maliciously as a result. The power emanating from him could only be stated as otherworldly as he felt his strength grow. With a wicked smile, he looked around the scope of the wasteland as if searching for someone but was soon met by the guest that so brazenly invaded the world.

"I wasn't expecting a delivery of what I was looking for so soon but I suppose I'm grateful for you sparing me the trouble," Obsidian casually stated walking up to the man upon dashing away from Irene's location leaving the sorceress alone with her fallen comrades.

"So how about handing that over so I can leave this world behind or are you going to make this even more annoying than it has to be for me?"

"And who are you supposed to be, the Grim Reaper?" Acnologia chuckled casting a judgmental glare over the approaching party gripping the otherworldly jewel tighter. This thing was feeding him the power he craved to do what he desired. Who knew that being sent to another continent far from here would actually serve as a blessing and not a set back? It was just there plain as day before him on the ground when he landed after being sent away by that red-headed witch he encountered barely an hour ago. Why should he give up something that's making him feel stronger than ever before?

"I don't know who you are but you must be seriously stupid if you think I'm giving this up without any…"

"I suggest you just shut up," Obsidian responded cutting the sinister man off by rushing him in a blink of an eye leaning over him as his crimson eyes glowed through the black visor of his mask.

"I'm only going to say this once. Hand over the fragment or fall where you stand so I can take it from your corpse."

"Heh, you really think you can kill me, The Dragon King? You must be soft in the head masked man. If Zeref, the immortal black wizard, cannot stop me then what makes you think you can?"

"I don't know why you people boast about that guy. I mean…I beat him with one punch. Ugh, why do I even bother?" Obsidian sighed while shaking his head.

"Normally I'm not one to boast about strength but you're so pathetically weak that I feel like it would make me look bad if I kill you. Then again, I don't mind taking you out in one paragraph…or a sentence. Whatever works I guess," the man shrugged.

"You bastard, you talk a lot of shit but let's see what you can do against me!"

It was then that Acnologia began to transform back into his dragon form holding the fragment that Obsidian was after in his teeth. As the beast towered high over the perceived threat before him, the man in the armor merely folded his arms thoroughly unamused or impressed by the stature of the being at all. In fact, Obsidian was honestly disappointed because he figured that he was going to have to face a legitimate threat when it came to finding this jewel. He looked past the monstrosity towards the mage guilds that watched all of these spectacular events unfold. He could sense their hesitation over the beast before them which meant that the dragon was a considerable threat in their eyes. Yet once more, the man was just apathetic to it all.

"Well, looks like I'll be doing those guys yet another favor. Man, even though I said I wasn't invested in this war, I'm essentially ending it in one day. Oh well, let's end this then," the Crimson Harbinger sighed underneath the mask.

The Dragon King stood over Obsidian unleashing the aura of his animosity and thirst for destruction over the man. To any ordinary individual of this world, he was the antithesis of the concept of terror and dominance; to the armored assassin, Acnologia was a bothersome nuisance that needed to be removed. With that, a confrontation between man and dragon was underway as history in this world encountered hundreds of years ago.

Acnologia sought to end the man before him in one action but unfortunately, that fate would not come to pass. Obsidian crouched down on the ground and jumped directly into the air. Without drawing a single blade or discharging any sort of electrical energy, the Stormbringer balled his fist up and punched the beast directly in the jaw around the location where the fragment was being gripped. As a result of this, the force that was capable of shattering the entire space-time continuum and the universe therein was delivered directly to the Dragon King erasing him on the spot in a glorious display of bloody rain and giblets. Upon doing so, Obsidian was able to take hold of the fragment thus attaining his goal.

"That was pleasantly easy," he said to himself as he floated in the air for a moment while the shower of crimson poured down on the world below. He took a gander around the area seeing the fairies on one side of the battlefield completely astonished once again. That was typical given that obviously no one else possessed his strength. As for the Spriggans, they were still down for the count save for Irene who was merely bearing witness to the graphic display of violence before her. Shrugging his shoulders, the man merely held onto the fragment as it silently disappeared being stored in a small pocket of space that was completely unseen.

"Well, time to go," he said without as much as regard for what would happen next. He gathered his strength and turned his gaze towards the sky where the dark clouds appeared once again that heralded his survival. In a flash, he was gone. The world that he so violently shook would be left to solve its own problems after his intervening. There were neither words that needed to be said nor any goodbyes to be had. As quick as the man arrived was as quick as he departed.