The next morning, the train screeched into Oshibana Station, its whistle echoing like a warning. The sky was overcast, gray clouds twisting as if already responding to the presence of something sinister.
Erza was the first off the train, her armored boots clanging against the platform. "Stay sharp. Eisenwald will not stop here."
Her words were confirmed almost instantly. A wave of guildless mages swarmed the station, each bearing Eisenwald's mark. They weren't hiding anymore.
"Here we go again!" Natsu roared, fire bursting from his fists. Gray smirked and summoned ice spears, Lucy called out her spirits, and Erza requipped mid-step, blades flashing.
And me? I stood still for a moment, my system interface glowing faintly before my eyes.
[Objective: Prevent Eisenwald from releasing Lullaby]Secondary Threat: Erigor, "The Death God"Reward: ???
I almost laughed. The system didn't even need to promise rewards. The only prize I cared about was Fairy Tail surviving.
The clash was chaos. Eisenwald's mages fought with reckless abandon, hurling spells across the station. Natsu's flames roared higher, Gray's ice walls shattered, Erza carved paths through the enemy, and Lucy's spirits wreaked havoc wherever they appeared.
But through the pandemonium, I felt him.
The air shifted, heavy and sharp, as a tall figure descended from the sky. His black cloak whipped around him, his face shadowed beneath a hood, and his scythe gleamed with malicious energy.
"Erigor," I muttered, my grip tightening on my pen before I shoved it into my inventory.
The station went silent as his aura pressed down like a storm.
"Fairy Tail," he sneered, his voice carrying in the wind. "You interfere in matters that do not concern you. This is your only warning—leave now."
Erza stepped forward without hesitation. "Fairy Tail does not bow to the likes of you."
Erigor's smirk widened. He raised his scythe, and the air itself screamed as razor-sharp winds howled through the station, hurling debris and cutting through stone.
I didn't wait.
"Portal: Countermeasure."
With a thought, a glowing rift tore open in front of me. Bedrock blocks poured out like falling dominos, slamming into place and forming an unbreakable wall against the winds.
Erigor's eyes narrowed. "What—?"
I snapped my fingers. The bedrock instantly shifted, reshaping into a dome around Fairy Tail, shielding my friends from his storm. The winds battered it, but nothing could crack bedrock—not even the fury of nature itself.
Natsu's grin split his face. "Heh! Nice one, Arashi! Now let's bust this guy up!"
"Don't rush in," Erza warned, her tone sharp. "He's not like the rest."
But Natsu was already charging, fire exploding around his fists. Erigor flicked his scythe, and a tornado swallowed the Dragon Slayer whole, slamming him into a wall.
"Natsu!" Lucy cried.
He staggered back to his feet, coughing, but still burning with determination. "Tch… I'll melt those winds…"
I stepped forward, cutting him off. "No. Leave him to me."
Erigor's cold gaze fixed on me, as if finally realizing I wasn't just background support. "You," he said, his voice low. "You are no ordinary mage."
"Not a mage," I replied evenly, raising my hand as my system inventory flickered open. "Something else entirely."
From the void, I drew my weapon—an unbreakable Netherite blade, glowing with sharp enchantments. The edge shimmered with Sharpness 255, its surface unyielding.
Erigor's wind coiled tighter around him. "You think a sword will stop the storm?"
"No," I said, smirking. "I think I will."
The battlefield exploded.
Erigor unleashed a hurricane that ripped through the station, but I planted a bedrock barrier in the ground, anchoring myself against the gale. With a leap, my Elytra unfurled from my back, shimmering with Speed III, and I cut through the storm like a jet.
The Netherite blade clashed against his scythe, sparks flying as the wind roared around us. His eyes widened when he realized he couldn't push me back.
Impossible. His storm magic was unstoppable—except it wasn't. Not against unbreakable strength, not against enchantments pushed beyond human limits.
"You're fast," Erigor spat, whipping up another tornado.
"Faster," I shot back, teleporting through a portal mid-air, appearing behind him. My blade slashed through the winds themselves, dispersing them like smoke.
Erigor barely twisted aside, his cloak ripping where my strike passed. His smirk faltered.
"What are you?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled a potion from my belt and downed it in one gulp.
[Potion of Dragon Force: Activated]
My veins burned as magic surged through me, amplifying every sense, every strike. For an instant, my body felt as if it carried the might of a Dragon Slayer.
Natsu's eyes widened from below. "Oi… that's MY move—!"
I roared, swinging my blade. Fire—not my own, but borrowed through the potion—ignited along the Netherite edge. Wind and flame clashed in a violent explosion that lit up the entire station.
The duel raged across Oshibana. Erigor's winds carved through steel, but my portals cut through space, teleporting me inches from his throat before he could react. My sword glowed with impossible power, each swing battering down his storm.
Finally, I opened my inventory mid-strike, dragging a glowing item into reality.
[Enchanted Book: Wind Nullification]
Slamming it against my blade, the enchantment burned into the Netherite instantly. The weapon shimmered with an aura that devoured the very air around it.
Erigor's next attack fizzled into nothing the moment it touched me. His eyes widened in shock.
"No… this isn't possible—"
"Game over."
My blade sliced through his scythe like butter, shattering it into pieces. A second strike sent him crashing into the ground, wind magic scattering uselessly into the sky.
The platform fell silent. Eisenwald's remaining members stared in disbelief as their leader lay defeated, his storms gone.
Erza approached slowly, her sword lowered but her eyes sharp. "You ended it."
I dismissed the Elytra, sheathing my blade back into the void. "I made sure he won't threaten anyone again."
Natsu stomped over, still steaming. "Oi, Arashi! That power—what the hell was that?! You stole my Dragon Force style!"Gray smirked. "Guess flame-brain isn't the only one who can breathe fire.""WHAT WAS THAT, STRIPPER?!"
Their bickering resumed, as natural as breathing, while Lucy and Happy sighed in unison. Erza, though, kept her gaze on me a moment longer. Suspicious. Calculating.
I didn't meet her eyes. Instead, I glanced at the horizon, where storm clouds slowly broke apart to reveal the sun.
The Eisenwald arc was over. But deep down, I knew this was just the beginning.