(Phantom Lord Guild)
The fight had intensified, as both sides believed they would win. Originally, Fairy Tail had the upper hand, but that changed with the arrival of the S-Class mages.
"Now I'm fired up! Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!" Natsu shouted as he attacked Totomaru, the Element 4, ninja.
However, before hitting him, Natsu changed direction and struck Elfman instead.
"What are you doing, Natsu?!"
"I'm sorry…"
Natsu himself was stunned. How could he attack his own teammate?!
"Hmph, no style at all…" Totomaru sneered. Known as the "Great Flame," the ninja-dressed man had a cocky personality.
"This situation is so pitiful!" Aria said. However, his tone turned serious, "But we can't play around anymore…"
Totomaru tensed when he saw Aria, the leader of the Element 4 and second strongest in the guild. The plan had failed. They didn't capture Lucy Heartfilia, they didn't take out Makarov Dreyar, and not a single Fairy Tail wizard had fallen.
"I know… I'll get serious at my own pace!"
"Where are you looking?!" Gray jumped in, creating an ice bazooka. "Ice-Make: Cannon!"
The ice shot toward Aria, but he simply raised one hand and shattered Gray's attack. Not only that, but a blast of compressed air slammed into Gray, launching him out of the guild through a wall. Several mages followed him to land the finishing blow.
"Gray!" Wakaba immediately tried to go after him, but other mages cut him off.
"You bastard! Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!" Natsu engulfed his fists in flames and, gathering momentum, attacked Aria. But it was useless—his hands moved independently.
"Ah! damn!"
Natsu couldn't control his flames and attacked the Protego Sanctum barrier. Naturally, it withstood the attack with ease.
Levy, who was inside the barrier, approached Natsu. "Natsu, he can control fire—he's a bad matchup for you. You should fight someone else!"
Levy had been watching Totomaru and it was obvious, considering his nickname was "Totomaru the Great Flame."
"I don't want to!"
Natsu heard Levy's words, but his pride wouldn't let him back down. He had held back too much in this battle already. So he charged at Totomaru. But just then, a metal pillar struck him, sending him flying out of the guild.
Everyone's eyes widened. It was Gajeel Redfox. But that was impossible—only a few hours had passed since he was severely injured. Even a day, even a month shouldn't have been enough to recover.
"What's with those faces, Fairy Tail?!" Gajeel mocked, standing on a wooden beam. "You underestimated a Dragon Slayer's endurance and healing way too much!!"
"Gajeel Redfox!" Erza gritted her teeth. "Wasn't one defeat enough for you?!"
Gajeel scowled. His defeat by Allen wasn't just a loss—it had been a one-sided beating. He had his pride, but none of that mattered in the face of the brutal truth.
"Gajeel!" Natsu burst in through a wall and tackled Gajeel, pushing him through another wall. "I still haven't forgiven you for hurting my friends!"
"I don't need your forgiveness, trash! …Ugh!" Gajeel grunted, struggling with the pain. He was still injured, but that didn't stop him from coming back. He didn't want his role in Phantom Lord's most important fight to be that of a side character who lost at the start.
"Salamander!"
Gajeel headbutted Natsu, knocking him away from the main hall. Then he kicked him through another wall, moving their fight elsewhere.
...
Outside the guild, Gray opened his eyes and looked up at the ghostly purple sky. But he couldn't focus—more Phantom Lord mages were attacking him.
"Tsk. Ice-Make…!"
'Gray, watch out!'
"Warren?!" Gray stopped his spell when he heard Warren's voice in his head and jumped back. Spikes of earth emerged from where he had just been, aiming to stab him.
"What the hell?!" Gray watched as Sol of the Earth rose from the ground. He had returned along with Gajeel from Magnolia.
"Noh noh noh, with three nohs I say congrats on dodging my attack, Gray Fullbuster—the useless brat who let his master Ur die~"
Gray froze, then felt his blood boil. "You bastard—how do you know that?!"
"Noh noh noh noh, with four nohs I'm telling you, I know a lot about you—but I won't tell you anyway…"
Sol's face darkened, and he attacked Gray without giving him time to react, hurling insults about Gray's past to throw him off.
This wasn't Sol's magic—it was his monocle. It was a magic artifact that allowed him to see people's memories. The dishonorable bastard used his enemies' painful memories to beat them easily.
"You disgusting bastard! Ice-Make!"
...
Aria could sense that everyone was here now—except Juvia. But now the strength of Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord was balanced once again.
"Don't get distracted!" Elfman attacked Aria with a punch, but it was blocked. Immediately afterward, he was hit point-blank with a blast of air that shredded his clothes. It was the third time Elfman had attacked Aria…
"I'll handle this…" Erza stepped forward. Elfman tried to protest, but he couldn't stand, so he punched the ground in frustration.
"I'm a failure…" Elfman muttered, realizing he was still too weak.
"No, you're not… We all lose, we all lack something. But that doesn't make you weak," Erza said with a smile. "Just look at Allen. He joined our guild Right after someone kicked his ass~"
Elfman was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "That's true. Haha!"
"If he heard you, he'd get mad. Haha," Cana laughed too.
"At this point, does it even matter? haha" Laki shrugged.
The Phantom Lord mages couldn't believe how relaxed Fairy Tail was despite the situation. Were they joking or what?!
Annoyed, the Phantom mages all attacked at once—but then, some noticed Aria raising a hand toward the bandage over his eyes. Immediately, the Phantom Lord mages all backed off.
"This is bad!"
"Aria-san is going to take off the blindfold!"
"Run!"
Of course, the Fairy Tail members didn't understand what this meant—until Erza summoned her Adamantine Armor and stepped in front of everyone.
"This is so sad… Liberation Form…" Aria muttered, removing the blindfold. His magic power exploded instantly, growing immensely. That cloth wasn't just for show—it sealed Aria of the Sky's power. But that wasn't all. Aria opened his mouth, aiming at Erza.
"Everyone, behind me!"
"Mass Magic Cannon: Roar of the Sky!"
Like a dragon's roar, Aria unleashed a devastating blast that obliterated everything in its path until it vanished.
The roar shook the sky over Oak Town...
"Ah... How sad!" Aria watched with tears in his eyes. "So many lives lost… How tragic!"
"Shut up!" Erza appeared above him and slashed his chest. Aria staggered back, stunned that not only was Erza unharmed—but so was the rest of the guild.
"I won't let you hurt anyone else!" Titania declared, striking fear into everyone. They were reminded of how powerful and dangerous the Fairy Queen truly was…
*RUMBLE*
"What?!" Erza froze, looking into the distance.
The air in the region dried out. The atmosphere became heavy, as if it had been replaced by lead. People in Oak felt the ground tremble. Mages from both guilds felt a chill deep in their bodies. Something was happening—something very bad… something that shouldn't be happening…
Somewhere, the world had twisted… fate had shifted… the future had become uncertain… and that was terrifying…
And yet!
"Don't get distracted!" shouted Erza.
Not a single Fairy Tail mage stopped fighting. They all still believed in Allen's words. As long as the sky didn't fall, as long as the world didn't collapse, Fairy Tail's members would keep trusting their comrades to the very end.
Allen… Erza was the only one who paused for a moment, looking toward the corrupted sky—but she quickly turned her attention back to the fight.
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...
Jose Porla was certainly dead…
Makima had destroyed every organ in Jose's body. She even damaged the Saint Wizard's soul as much as possible, all to carry out the order she'd been given—and Makima, being who she was, wouldn't make a mistake when it came to killing someone.
So yes, Jose Porla had died… for exactly one second.
"…" Allen narrowed his eyes as he looked at Jose.
*Ba-dum*
"I really did kill him…" Makima murmured. She was rarely surprised, but her eyes widened slightly, her mouth slightly agape. "He's still alive?"
His heart was still beating… he was still breathing…
Allen's eyes sharpened as he looked at Jose Porla… He knew the reason why—he had experienced it himself. A particle of Lucifer's power had fallen into Jose Porla. According to Lucifer himself, he wasn't choosing heralds. He simply left fragments of his power in the world. Of course, that's assuming Lucifer wasn't lying.
"Not… yet…"
Jose's raspy, resentful voice reached Allen's ears like a curse, and then he rose from the ground. A pillar of dark, purple magical power burst from his body, breaking the clouds and dyeing the sky.
"DAMN YOU!"
His wounds closed almost instantly. His eyes regained their color. His body was surrounded by condensed magical power. The pressure everywhere increased.
José didn't hesitate—he raised his hand and pointed at Allen with his finger as his smile twisted grotesquely. With the sound of a concentrated laser, he fired a column of energy. Allen vanished from the spot as the attack bathed everything in its path in a dark, ominous purple light—it was like the touch of death itself.
José felt good. It didn't seem like he had been dead just a minute ago—his body was overflowing with power, and his magic had seemingly broken through to a level he had never imagined.
"Brat…" José raised his hand and pressed it downward.
"…!" Allen looked up to see a gigantic hand descending from the sky toward him. The hand was massive, several miles in diameter—it would wipe out the entire region. Taking this into account, Allen didn't bother conserving his magical energy.
"Composite Magic: Amplarion!" – In Allen's hand, massive amounts of magic began to gather – "Potentis!" – A second later, that magic turned into pure energy. – "Gravios!" – Without missing a beat, the energy increased in density, nearly solidifying into something physical.
"What?!" José stared in disbelief. He couldn't understand what kind of magic Allen was using. In fact, there was something strange he hadn't noticed until now—Allen had no magic in him. Not a single drop. 'Who the hell is this kid?'
Ignoring José's confusion, Allen raised his hand to the sky.
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(Flashback – Harry Potter's World)
On one of the many quiet days at Hogwarts, long before the main story began, several things happened—among them, the legendary tale of the only student to ever graduate in a single year.
Albus Dumbledore walked through the halls of his academy toward the library, heading to visit the young man who had skipped yet another class. When he opened the door, he saw Allen reading silently with a pair of glasses on.
Dumbledore would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned about Allen's antisocial behavior toward the other students. The long-bearded old man in white robes approached Allen without hiding his presence.
"Mr. Walker, skipping class again?"
Allen glanced sideways at Dumbledore before smirking sarcastically. "Headmaster, I already told you—I'm not going to be another Voldemort…"
Dumbledore froze, then chuckled. He wasn't used to anyone talking about Voldemort like he was just some rebellious brat who got expelled. After a hearty laugh, the old man stared at Allen.
"So, what kind of crazy magic are you trying to create now?"
"Crazy magic?" Allen blinked, then scoffed. "Hey, old man, is that the image you have of me?"
"Well, every once in a while, we get a peculiar student… but I've never seen anyone destroy the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the Potions lab, and the Divination room."
Allen looked away. "New spells sometimes get out of hand. As for the potion accident, even Professor Snape agreed the formula was solid. And regarding Divination... I saw something in my tea that made me mad, so…"
"You used Bombarda?"
"Well… it was Bombarda Imperius. It's an upgraded version—detonates faster, hits harder, wider area—but it triples the magical drain…"
Allen went quiet as he noticed Dumbledore staring at him while stroking his beard, half-smiling, half-worried.
"Allen, just don't do anything too dangerous. You don't need to imitate the Muggles and their weapons…"
"…"
Allen said nothing after hearing that.
"Mr. Walker?"
Dumbledore, now with his many years behind him, felt a chilling premonition. After an awkward silence, Allen led him to the Room of Requirement. There, Allen showed him a blackboard full of magical formulas, and another with an arcane theory.
"Composite Magic?" Dumbledore began trembling the more he read.
In summary: magic is limited by the power of a wizard. For example, if a wizard like Dumbledore has a magical power level of 10, then his attacks will also be a power of 10. That's just common sense. Asking an average wizard to rival Voldemort or Dumbledore is insane.
But what if there was a way to break that?
"This is based on synergy… You don't create a spell based on the result, but focus on its unique process…"
"I see—you've created specific spells that are useless individually, but when mixed, they react with each other…" Dumbledore trailed off.
"Impressive?" Allen smirked smugly.
"Dangerous!" Dumbledore scolded him.
Allen smirked ironically. Of course, he knew that. This wasn't just 10 + 10 = 20. The combined reaction would be exponential. With just three components, the spell's power could be 100 times greater. With four, it could be 1000. And the danger to the caster? Mortal.
"…" Allen remained silent, staring at the synergy on the blackboard.
"Allen… why do you want so much power?"
The old man's eyes turned cold. He had promised himself that he would never let a second Voldemort be born—no matter the cost.
Allen, not noticing Dumbledore's stare, thought for a moment…
"I guess… out of fear."
"Fear?" Dumbledore's eyes widened.
"One day… I might need this power. And I don't want to regret not doing everything I could when I had the chance."
Dumbledore closed his eyes and turned around. "Mr. Walker, I forbid you from studying composite magic while you're a student at Hogwarts. So graduate quickly… and get your ass out of my school."
Allen laughed. "Old bastard…"
(End of Flashback)
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"Expulsio Tyrannis!" (Titanic Repulsion)
A massive wave of energy crashed into the giant hand, launching it back into the sky. José fell to the ground, since he had been connected to it.
"Impossible!"
His power was unlimited, his body immortal, his magic without limits—only restricted by his own imagination. His strength was constantly growing, and yet… he couldn't defeat Allen.
"YOOOUU!!" José formed a massive sphere of magic. "Shadow Planet!"
"Auris Arcanum." Allen's eyes glowed golden. But it didn't end there. "One-Man Army x75: Speed, Strength, Mass, Stamina, Reflexes, Kinetic Vision, Magical Resistance, Spiritual Resistance…"
Some people in the chat were wondering why Allen didn't just boost all his stats at once instead of individually. The answer was simple—each boost consumed magic. Logically, the more he used, the faster he'd run out.
Allen appeared next to José and kicked him, causing him to lose control of the shadow sphere. Allen grabbed José's arm and forced him to fire the attack into the sky. The explosion cleared every cloud above.
"AAAH!" José coated his hand in magic, turning it into a claw, and slashed at Allen—but he had already vanished.
"Fast little bastard!" José sneered and immediately used the Shadow Drive to teleport as well. This time he moved even faster, leaving dozens of afterimages behind. At one point, Allen found himself surrounded by hundreds of Josés, each one pointing a finger at him.
"DIE–!"
José's eyes widened when Allen darted straight at the real one and punched him, knocking his teeth out. 'What?! Why?!' José couldn't understand. No matter how powerful he became… he couldn't beat this kid.
"WHY?!"
José fired "Dead Wave", his signature spell—but on a larger scale. Allen kept dodging, occasionally blocking. But the pillars of magic still couldn't defeat him.
The mountainous terrain began to disintegrate again. From all directions, José—now frightened—started making mistakes. Each mistake cost him, as Allen's blows tore his body apart. Still, José regenerated almost instantly.
"WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY CAN'T I BEAT YOU?!"
In desperation, José called out to his enhanced Phantom Soldiers—but they remained motionless, trapped by chains from a distant Makima watching the battle.
'Damn spirit…!'
"Composite Magic: Nihil Light…" Allen appeared behind José and cast a spell. No flashy effects. No thunderous sound. No massive impact. Silent as death—and terrifying, as it disintegrated José's chest into a perfect hole.
"…?!" José noticed he couldn't regenerate this time. He turned to see Allen, who looked exhausted. Understandably so—he had been using composite magic. At that moment, José realized… Allen wasn't stronger than him. But as a mage… the gap was just too vast.
"No!" José tried to escape, flying off into the distance.
"..." Allen remained silent, watching his opponent break down.
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Rebecca – Hey, aren't you gonna chase him?!
Gwen – He's getting away!
Felicia – This is your chance!
MJ – Allen?!
Kara – Don't tell me you're out of magic?!
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Allen shook his head. "Don't worry, that's not it… It's just that no longer necessary."
As he spoke, José froze mid-air. His body turned gray and slowly began to crumble.
"Why…?" Before disappearing, José heard a voice.
– 'No matter how much power you gained… You reached your limit long ago, José Porla… a...'
Jose Porla died… not even worthy of being a pawn of the devil.
Allen watched José fall while the system retrieved the devil's particle. Allen reached out and grabbed a crystal sphere—in it floated two small particles, seemingly harmless. Yet, they had caused him no end of trouble.
Allen shook his head and turned toward Phantom Lord's direction. It was time to end it all.