The moment I moved, the battlefield became a blur of motion and steel.
Senbonzakura's petals exploded outward, filling the air like a razor storm, slicing through stone, dirt, and anything unlucky enough to be in their path. The brute roared as the blades bit into his hardened skin, but he didn't stop, he charged straight through, arms raised to smash me into the ground.
"Oh, you're really committed to this whole 'unstoppable juggernaut' thing, huh?" I mused, sidestepping his swing. His fist shattered the ground where I had been standing, sending cracks racing through the ruins.
I twisted Rebellion in my grip, slashing at his exposed side. The blade cut deep, but instead of staggering back, he grabbed the sword mid-swing with his bare hand.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Bold move."
He grinned, tightening his grip. "You rely too much on tricks."
I rolled my eyes. "Says the guy who looks like fantasy 'Juggernaut'.'"
Before he could rip Rebellion from my grip, I let go, summoning Chastiefol mid-motion. The golden spear materialized in my free hand, and I drove it straight into his stomach. The force sent him skidding backward, his grip on Rebellion breaking.
I flipped my sword back into my hand, spinning it once. "Lesson one: don't touch my stuff."
Matchstick took advantage of the moment, launching another explosive attack at my back.
Without even looking, I muttered, "Scatter."
Senbonzakura reacted instantly, its petals swarming behind me and forming a barrier. The explosion rocked the ruins, but I didn't even feel a breeze.
I turned my head slightly. "Matchstick, buddy, we just went over this. If you keep repeating the same move, I'm gonna have to start ignoring you."
"Shut up!" he yelled, launching another attack.
I sighed and flicked my hand. The petals shot forward, swallowing his fireball before continuing their path straight at him.
He barely had time to react before the storm of blades hit. He screamed, twisting in the air as countless tiny cuts tore through his coat, his skin, his pride. He hit the ground hard, panting, blood seeping from dozens of wounds.
I shrugged. "You'll live."
The blood mage finally acted, stepping forward with an eerie smile. Her hands weaved in the air, red threads swirling like a web around her.
"You bleed," she cooed, glancing at a small scratch on my arm from earlier. "That's all I need."
The moment she said it, my cut flared with pain. The blood from it lifted, twisting unnaturally as her magic took hold.
I winced. "Okay. That's gross."
She smirked. "It's over now."
I lifted a finger. "Is it?"
Her smile faltered.
Chastiefol buzzed beside me, shifting into its pillow form. I grabbed it and smashed it against my arm, wiping the blood away like I was dusting off an old book.
Her eyes widened. "Wha—"
"Oops." I grinned. "Looks like you don't actually have control over me. Guess you'll have to try harder."
She scowled and lashed out with her threads.
I clapped my hands together, and the petals of Senbonzakura whirled around me, forming a protective cyclone. The moment her threads touched them, they were shredded into nothing.
She leaped back, eyes darting to the leader. "We have to—"
She didn't get to finish.
I appeared in front of her, moving so fast she barely had time to blink.
"Hey," I whispered, tapping her forehead with Rebellion's flat side. "Boo."
She gasped.
Then I blasted her backward with a point-blank shockwave. She tumbled across the ruins, slamming into a broken wall.
The leader exhaled slowly. "Enough."
The gravity in the entire area shifted. Suddenly, the ruins weren't just pressing down on me, they were folding in. The space around us distorted as the force of his magic twisted reality itself.
I took a deep breath. "Finally. Some real pressure."
Rocks and debris lifted, pulled into his growing gravitational force. My feet started sliding forward against my will. He wasn't just pulling me in, he was compressing space itself, forcing everything toward him in a singularity.
I smirked. "Neat trick."
Then I snapped my fingers.
Golden chains shimmered as they shot toward me, wrapping around my body and holding me in place. His gravity had no effect—the chains refused to budge.
His eyes narrowed. "Impossible."
I twirled Rebellion in my hand. "Possible. For me."
Then I shot forward.
My blade clashed against his raised arm, his gravity trying to slow me down. But I wasn't just fighting with strength. I was using everything—speed, precision, skill.
Our battle became a flurry of motion, each strike shaking the ruins. His magic tried to press me down, but my sheer force countered it. His movements were calculated, efficient.
But mine?
Mine were better.
I twisted, slashing in an arc. He barely dodged, but that left him open.
"Scatter."
Senbonzakura's petals swarmed him. He tried to repel them with gravity, but there were too many. They cut through his defenses, slicing shallow but countless wounds across his body.
I pulled back, standing over him. He was still on his feet, but barely.
"Guess what?" I grinned, flicking Rebellion onto my shoulder. "You lose."
The battlefield fell silent.
Matchstick groaned from where he was lying on the ground. "Screw… you…"
I laughed. "Oh, don't be a sore loser, Matchstick. It's very unattractive."
The leader glared at me, breathing heavily. "You're… a monster."
"Nah." I sheathed my sword, stretching lazily. "I'm just better."
They weren't worth finishing off.
They knew it.
And that was enough.
Then, footsteps. Lots of them.
I turned my head as members of the alliance poured in, their weapons drawn, their expressions tense—until they saw the scene before them.
Shock flickered across their faces. Some stopped in their tracks, others gawked openly. A few even lowered their weapons, as if realizing they wouldn't be needed.
One of them, a swordsman from Lamia Scale, muttered under his breath, "No way…"
Another, a mage from Mermaid Heel, exhaled in disbelief. "He took them down alone?"
I flashed a grin. "Took you guys long enough. Thought I'd have to clear out the whole dark guild and set up camp before you got here."
A Rune Knight, still gripping his sword, swallowed hard. "You—You actually beat them?"
I gestured to the unconscious or groaning bodies around me. "What do you think?"
There was a pause. Then murmurs spread through the group.
"Incredible…"
"He wasn't even injured…"
"This is Aiden?"
The awe on their faces was almost amusing. It was like they were seeing me for the first time.
I stretched, rolling my shoulders. "So? Are we gonna stand around all day, or is someone gonna help me clean up this mess?"
They scrambled into action, but their eyes never left me.
They had expected a battle.
Instead, they found a one-man massacre.
I watched as the alliance members moved through the battlefield, securing the downed executives. They were still shaken, whispering among themselves, sneaking glances at me like I was some kind of monster. Not that I blamed them—I had just wiped the floor with four high-ranking dark mages like it was a warm-up.
I exhaled, sheathing Rebellion. "Alright, enough staring. Where are the guild masters?"
One of the Rune Knights snapped to attention. "They're… they're still fighting."
I raised an eyebrow. "Still? Against who?"
A mage from Blue Pegasus, a woman with short silver hair, swallowed before answering. "The guild master of the dark guild… The Fallen."
I frowned. "The hell kind of name is that?"
"It's what he calls himself," she said, shifting uncomfortably. "He's the one leading this entire operation."
I crossed my arms. "And you're telling me that all of the guild masters are fighting him, and he's still standing?"
The group fell silent. That was all the answer I needed.
I sighed, cracking my neck. "Guess I know where I'm headed next."
One of the mages, a younger guy from Quatro Cerberus, stepped forward hesitantly. "Wait—are you seriously going after him alone?"
I gave him a look. "Have you not been paying attention?"
He shut up real quick.
I smirked. "Relax, I'll be fine. Just make sure these guys don't crawl away while I'm gone."
Then, without waiting for a response, I turned and walked toward the battlefield where the real fight was happening.
—-
The battlefield shook under the immense power of the ongoing battle. Makarov, Bob, Goldmine, and Ooba—masters of Fairy Tail, Blue Pegasus, Quatro Cerberus, Phantom Lord and Mermaid Heel—stood together, their combined magic barely holding against the force before them.
The Fallen, the dark guild master, remained still at the center of the chaos. His tattered robes fluttered in the shockwaves of magic, but he remained untouched, his golden eyes glowing with unsettling calm.
Makarov, his Titan-form towering over the battlefield, clenched his fists. "Damn it… how is he this strong?!"
Bob, floating mid-air, his normally playful demeanor gone, narrowed his eyes. "He's playing with us. He hasn't even used his full power."
Goldmine tightened his grip on his staff. "We can't let him continue like this. If we don't stop him here, Fiore is doomed."
Ooba, standing her ground despite the overwhelming presence, spat to the side. "Tch. Enough talk."
With a wave of her hand, water erupted from beneath the battlefield, forming massive tendrils that lunged toward The Fallen. Bob followed up, his magic warping the air, creating illusionary copies of the guild masters that moved in perfect unison.
Makarov roared, his massive form leaping forward, fist crashing down with the strength of a mountain. Goldmine unleashed a wave of golden light, aiming to seal their enemy's movements.
The attacks struck at once—
And then stopped.
The Fallen exhaled slowly, his presence alone rejecting the magic. The illusions dispersed. The water froze mid-motion, turning into lifeless droplets before hitting the ground. Makarov's fist never made contact, caught in an unseen force. Goldmine's golden light dimmed into nothingness.
The Fallen barely moved, but his power crushed theirs.
Makarov's eyes widened. "This… this is—"
A sudden pulse of magic erupted from The Fallen, sending them all hurtling backward. The ground beneath them shattered, sending debris flying.
The dark guild master finally took a step forward. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the battlefield like a blade.
"You are strong." His golden eyes scanned the battered guild masters. "But strength alone is meaningless."
Makarov gritted his teeth, struggling to stand. Bob groaned, wiping blood from his mouth. Goldmine pushed himself up with his staff, while Ooba glared, refusing to back down.
But the truth was clear.
Even together, they were losing.
The guild masters struggled to their feet, battered but not broken. Makarov's Titan form shrank slightly as he caught his breath, his massive hands curling into fists. Bob hovered in the air, his usual flamboyance replaced by cold focus. Goldmine steadied himself on his staff. Ooba scowled, wiping blood from her lip, eyes burning with fury. Jose Porla magic, flickering
The Fallen took another step forward, completely unbothered by the damage around him. "Still standing? Impressive. But pointless." He raised a hand, and the very air twisted around him, warping reality itself.
Makarov reacted first, leaping forward and expanding into his Titan form once more. "We're not done yet, bastard!" His giant fist crashed down like a meteor.
The Fallen didn't even look up.
A mere flick of his wrist—and Makarov's entire arm was stopped mid-motion, frozen by an invisible force. The air around it shattered, like glass breaking, sending Makarov stumbling backward as pain shot through his limb.
"Damn it!" Goldmine thrust his staff forward, golden chains shooting from the ground, wrapping around The Fallen's legs. Bob followed up, weaving illusions that distorted space, making it impossible to tell where the real attack was coming from. Ooba raised her arms, water from the shattered ruins rising into a massive wave, forming a giant spear aimed straight at their enemy's chest.
All at once, their magic struck.
And then—nothing.
The chains snapped. The illusions faded. The water turned to mist before even touching him.
The Fallen sighed. "You rely too much on tricks and brute force." His golden eyes gleamed. "Let me show you what true power looks like."
He raised his hand.
And the world collapsed.
A gravitational force unlike anything they had ever felt bore down on them. The air turned heavy, crushing, suffocating. The ground beneath them cratered, massive chunks of stone lifting into the air before crumbling into dust. Even Makarov, in his Titan form, was forced to his knees, gasping under the unbearable weight.
Bob let out a strained gasp, his wings faltering as he plummeted to the ground. Goldmine gritted his teeth, his staff cracking under the pressure. Ooba barely managed to stay on her feet, her body trembling from the force pressing down on her.
The Fallen simply watched them struggle. "This is the difference between us. No matter how hard you fight, how much you resist…" He tilted his head, his voice carrying a quiet amusement. "In the end, you all break the same."
Makarov growled, trying to push himself up, but the weight was unbearable. His bones ached, his magic flickering under the pressure. Damn it… if this keeps up…perhaps only Fairy Law can stop him
At the cost of his life..
Just as the weight threatened to crush them entirely
A new voice cut through the chaos.
"You guys are making me look bad."
The Fallen's eyes flickered to the side. The guild masters turned, straining to see through the dust and debris.
A lone figure stood at the edge of the battlefield, completely at ease.
Aiden.
His arms were crossed, his expression unimpressed as he took in the scene before him. "Come on," he said, shaking his head. "Fivelegendary guild masters getting their asses handed to them by one guy? That's kinda embarrassing."
The Fallen studied him, his glowing eyes narrowing. "…You."
Aiden grinned. "Yeah, me. Took down your executives already. Hope you weren't too attached to them." He cracked his knuckles. "Now, how about we speed this up? I'd hate to keep my audience waiting."
The pressure in the air lifted slightly, just enough for the guild masters to breathe again.
Makarov exhaled, looking at Aiden with both relief and something else—curiosity.
Just how strong was this kid?
The Fallen's lips curled into a smirk. "Interesting." He lowered his hand, releasing his gravitational hold. "Let's see if you can entertain me more than they did."
Aiden's grin widened. "Oh, don't worry. I'll make this very fun for you."