(A/N):
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Hearing Leo's mockery echo in his ears, the so-called god of wizards —
The one who once transcended mortal limits —
Felt something twist deep within him.
His decayed face darkened, his expression curdling into pure disgust.
The air grew heavier as his fury burned away any trace of reason.
"____"
"The likes of you dares to mock me!?"
Merlin roared, his voice splitting through the air like thunder itself.
He thrust his wand toward the heavens.
Instantly, a jagged bolt of green lightning erupted upward, shattering the clouds above.
The sky rippled as though struck by a blade of pure chaos.
Then—
A sound like tearing fabric filled the world.
The lightning didn't fade.
Creak~
Instead, it ripped open the sky, forming a colossal, bleeding tear between realms.
From within the rent,
A dark void pulsed—
Hungry, endless—
Swallowing the light around it.
The world shuddered.
Wind howled across the field, tearing through the grass and trees as the clouds churned into a spiral around the rift.
Merlin lowered his wand slowly, his hollow eyes burning green.
"You mock the death, boy,"
He hissed, his voice now distorted, echoing with the weight of ancient power.
"Let me remind you what that title means."
The sky splited apart like torn fabric, its wound pulsing with green lightning.
From the rift poured a torrent of shadows—
Creatures that shrieked with no mouths and crawled on limbs shaped like smoke and bone.
Their bodies were obsidian black,
Wrapped in a skeletal carapace that clattered as they moved.
Jagged spines jutted from their backs,
And long tails whipped the air, slicing through the mist with a hiss.
Their helmets—
Fused to their skulls—
Glowed faintly from within,
Hollow eyes burning like dying embers.
Each step they took left the ground sizzling with green sparks.
Leo stood his ground, his eyes narrowing as the air thickened with their presence.
Frown~
"____"
The temperature dropped,
And the wind howled as though the world itself recoiled from what Merlin had unleashed.
Merlin's face twisted with a cruel smirk.
Smirk~
"These,"
He said, his voice echoing through the thunder,
"are the Eidolon Sentinels—the guardians of the hell which connected between life and death. Even the Dementors kneel before their kind."
The creatures screeched in unison,
Their tails slamming into the ground as if answering his command.
The earth trembled.
Leo's expression remained unreadable.
"So you've turned to puppets of the so called fake hell now? How far you've fallen, Merlin."
Which annoyed Merlin who heard the mocking tone on in it.
Merlin raised his wand,
The runes along its shaft igniting in emerald fire.
"Fall? No, Leo Morningstar. I have ascended. While mortals play with sparks and incantations, I command what lies beyond."
The portal widened,
Flooding the field in eerie green light.
Dozens more of the Eidolons poured out, surrounding Leo in a tightening circle.
Their breathing was like the sound of dry bones grinding together.
Then—
Silence.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Merlin lowered his wand slightly, watching with pride.
"Show me, then. Show me why the world whispers your name like it's something holy."
Leo's eyes glowed faintly red.
His wand rose slowly, tracing a sigil in the air.
The ground under his feet rippled like disturbed water, and faint golden sparks began to rise, dancing around him.
"Careful what you wish for,"
He murmured.
The air cracked as Leo's magic surged—
A deep, resonant hum rolling through the battlefield.
The Eidolons hissed, taking a step back, their armor vibrating under the unseen pressure.
And with a low growl,
Leo's voice deepened—
His aura bursting outward like a lion's roar echoing.
A sharp splash of golden energy sliced through the advancing wave of Eidolon Sentinels—
Clean, precise, and devastating.
The first line of creatures didn't even scream;
Their bodies disintegrated mid-step,
Turning to drifting ash that shimmered faintly before being devoured by the wind.
But for every fallen sentinel,
Three more clawed their way out of the green portal.
Their tails lashed like whips,
And the ground quaked beneath their numbers.
The sky was now alive with thunder,
The tear in reality expanding wider,
Leaking streams of sickly light.
Leo asked calmly.
"So this is your grand design, Merlin? A world drowned in nightmares."
He had no worried because he was already decided soon there will be a war between muggles and wizards.
But now with the unexpected wild card entry of the Merlin aka now the fake death.
Who unacceptedly was doing a huge favour to him.
Leo was not a cold blooded.
Compared to other world Leo was in this world was in a delicate timeline where in the span of few years the confrontation between muggles and wizards will have a war between them.
And will not end well for the wizards and magic will die because of death of its childern.
And soon this world too will die by the corruption which will take route in magic's absence.
To avoid all those things it was necessary muggles and wizards coexists.
Now they have already found a potion to change muggles to wizards with the reward potion recipe given by the system.
Now it was all needed was a point where muggles will accept the existance of wizards.
And this fight might be the right reason he was looking for.
Merlin who didn't know he had unknowingly willingly became Leo's pawn laughed.
Merlin's laughter rolled like a storm.
Hahahaha~
"Why limit ourselves being human, Leo?"
As his words faded, ripples of emerald fire burst open across the horizon—
One after another, portals blooming like wounds in the air.
In London...
The skies above the Ministry tore apart;
Aurors scrambled through the streets, their spells clashing with shadowed silhouettes that ripped through walls and shattered windows.
In Japan...
Shrine mages stood on temple rooftops,
Chanting seals of purification as columns of Eidolons descended upon Kyoto like falling meteors.
In Egypt...
The guardians of the old tombs had already noticed,
Ancient wards blazing gold against the crawling blackness.
And across Hogwarts,
The students watched in horror from the towers as one such portal opened above the Forbidden Forest—
Trees bending and dying as the Sentinels' screeches filled the night.
The world had become a battlefield.
Leo's aura flared again,
Golden arcs spiraling around him as the ground beneath his feet began to glow with lion-shaped runes.
"You've made your mistake, Merlin,"
He said, his tone cold and calm even as the wind howled.
"You think summoning these creatures makes you a god. But all you've done—"
He raised his wand,
And a roaring golden flame erupted from his palm.
"—is call down the lion's wrath."
The flame exploded outward,
Forming a massive spectral lion that lunged forward,
Its mane blazing like the sun.
It tore through dozens of Eidolons in a single sweep, the shockwave leveling the ground around them.
Merlin's smirk faded, just slightly.
"____"
Leo slowly lifted his wand—
Then, to Merlin's surprise, sheathed it.
"____"
The soft click of the holster echoed louder than thunder.
Merlin frowned, lowering his staff slightly.
Frown~
"Giving up already?"
He mocked, voice dripping with arrogance.
"Or have you realized the futility of defying a god?"
Leo said nothing.
His gaze was fixed on Merlin, calm—
"____"
Gleam~
Too calm.
Then, without warning, the red pupils in his eyes began to fade along with the Sharingan,
Replaced by an intense crimson glow that spread until his entire eyes burned red like twin suns of blood.
Gleamming brightly.
Merlin's confidence faltered.
"____"
For the first time, unease crept across his face.
The air shifted.
The bright morning sun that had once lit the field began to dim—
Clouds swirling above, drawn together as if obeying Leo's silent command.
The light died in slow agony, devoured by creeping shadows that bled across the sky.
A chill swept through the land.
The wind howled like a dying beast, bending trees, scattering dust and ash.
Leo's voice came low, almost a whisper, yet it carried across the battlefield.
Growl~
"You wanted to see power, Merlin…"
His canines extended, sharp and gleaming under the dying light—
Fangs that didn't belong to any wizard born of this world.
His aura darkened, gold overtaken by a deep crimson flame that flickered like the heartbeat of the abyss.
"…then witness the end of your arrogance."
The ground beneath Leo's feet cracked.
Red lightning shot outward from the fissures, tearing through the battlefield, striking down the advancing Eidolons as if they were made of dust.
He was using both his Dracula's power and Electro's power.
Their armored bodies shattered,
Their essence screaming as it was burned away by Leo's presence alone.
Merlin took an involuntary step back, gripping his staff tighter.
"What… are you?"
Leo raised his gaze.
The crimson glow reflected in Merlin's eyes,
And for a brief second, the old wizard saw something beyond human—
Something regal and wrathful.
"I'm just a common man."
Leo said, his tone calm, but beneath it throbbed with a growl.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and rain began to fall—
Not water, but dark, ashen droplets that hissed where they landed.
The ground trembled as one of the largest Eidolon Sentinels—
Bloated, grotesque, and twice the height of a troll—
Let out a guttural shriek.
Raaaaa~
Its tail cracked like a whip,
Gouging a trench through the stone as it lunged toward Leo.
Its skeletal armor clanged,
Its claws stretched wide, jaws open to swallow him whole.
Leo didn't even look.
"____"
He simply kept walking—
Silent, steady, eyes locked on Merlin.
Then, without warning, the heavens split.
A column of red lightning crashed down like divine judgment,
Striking the monster mid-leap.
The blast was blinding—
So bright it burned its own afterimage into the clouds.
The Eidolon didn't even have time to scream;
"____"
It disintegrated instantly,
Its body reduced to drifting ashes before its shadow could hit the ground.
The lightning lingered for a moment,
A blazing pillar of crimson lightning that hummed with power.
When it faded,
Only black dust remained—
Scattered by the same wind that carried Leo's steps forward.
He walked through the falling ash, unhurried, his coat fluttering in the charged air.
The faint reflection of the burning sky shimmered against his red eyes as he passed through the place where the creature once stood—
Completely untouched, completely calm.
It was a sight that froze even Merlin for a moment.
"____"
His grip on his wand tightened, his expression hardening as realization dawned.
Leo's footsteps echoed softly across the scorched ground.
Thud. Thud.
"You've made a mistake,"
He said quietly, his voice carrying with unnatural clarity.
A streak of lightning curved across the dark sky, illuminating Leo's form—
Flash~
Half-shadow, half-lighting—
An omen in human shape.
Merlin's eyes twitched as he watched the ashes of his summoned creature scatter into the wind.
Twitch~
For the first time in centuries,
His hands trembled—
Not from fear, but from disbelief.
"____"
He shook his head sharply, forcing a crooked smile to his lips.
"No… no, this is impossible,"
He muttered under his breath.
"He's just a man. A mortal cloaked in borrowed lightning."
The words sounded hollow, even to him.
He straightened, gripping his wand tighter,
Trying to steady his thoughts as thunder cracked above.
The portal behind him still spewed Eidolon Sentinels into the world, their shrieks merging into a haunting chorus.
But even they seemed hesitant to approach the scary figure standing in the middle of the battlefield.
Merlin's voice rose, almost as if trying to drown out his own fear.
"Don't get arrogant, Leo Morningstar! No matter how powerful you are… your magic will fade! Your strength will crumble!"
He slammed his staff into the ground—
Crack!—
Sending a surge of emerald lightning spiraling upward.
The runes on his robes flared, his power rising in defiance.
"Every being has a limit, even you!"
Leo didn't respond.
"____"
He just kept walking—
Step by step—
Through the smoke and red light.
Merlin's grin turned manic.
Grin~
"Yes… boast while you can, Morningstar! You'll burn out like the rest of them! You'll see—"
But he stopped mid-sentence as Leo lifted his gaze.
The crimson eyes burned with calm,
Unwavering focus—
Not fury, not struggle, just certainty.
A being that no longer needed to prove anything.
Leo's voice was low, almost gentle.
"Limits are for human's, Merlin."
He raised his hand, red lightning coiling lazily around his fingers like serpents.
"You're still confusing me with one."
Merlin's smirk faltered.
"____"
Merlin froze mid-step,
His jaw dropping as realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
All this time… he thought Leo was just a human.
But now—
The truth revealed itself.
The crimson eyes, the aura that radiated power beyond mortal comprehension,
The way Leo had walked through death itself without a single scratch…
And then, the fangs.
Sharp, glinting in the dim, ashen light.
"V-Vampire… impossible!"
Merlin gasped, stumbling backward, his staff trembling in his grip.
Kakakakaka~
Leo's laugh rolled across the battlefield, deep and predatory, echoing against the clouds.
It wasn't just amusement—
It was the thrill of dominance,
Of being revealed as something far beyond the imagination of men.
All this time staying lowkey is worth it jjust seeing that old ass's face.
But before Merlin could recover,
The air was filled with flapping sounds.
Flap... Flap... Flap...
Flap... Flap... Flap...
Wings.
Dozens, no—hundreds of wings, beating in the darkened sky.
Shadows swirled all around them, cutting through the ashen rain.
The air grew thick, charged with anticipation.
Merlin's eyes darted upward, searching for the source.
A storm of creatures descended, their forms blurred at first—
Sleek, black silhouettes with razor-sharp talons and wings that spanned dozens of feet.
Each flapped with a synchronized rhythm, filling the sky with a deafening, ominous roar.
thousands of red eyes gleaming around.
Leo's grin widened, fangs bared, crimson aura flickering like fire across his body.
Grin~
"You didn't think I'd face this alone, did you?"
From the shadows above,
Thousands of bats erupted, their wings beating in unison as a deafening, bone-chilling scream filled the sky.
They dove like living arrows, swarming the Eidolon Sentinels.
Claws tore into black armor, fangs sank into spines,
And one by one, the hulking monstrosities fell, shredded by the relentless assault.
These bat's were not a normal bats they were mutated by Leo using one of his Dracula's ability.
The battlefield became a blur of motion—
Bats weaving through green lightning, shadows tangling with molten ash.
The Eidolons screamed in unison,
Their hollow voices cracking against the swarm that tore at them without mercy.
Then, from behind Leo,
A golden portal opened—
Shimmering and warm,
A stark contrast to the dark chaos surrounding it.
Out poured creatures of every shape and form—fantastic beasts Leo had collected over years of stay here and careful persuasion.
Dragons with scales like molten metal roared, spitting fire that incinerated the smaller Sentinels.
Griffins clawed through the air, talons rending armor as easily as paper.
Ethereal wolves bounded forward, their eyes blazing with loyalty, tearing through any Eidolon in their path.
Each creature moved with precision,
As if guided by an unseen hand—
And that hand was Leo's.
He walked forward through the carnage, crimson eyes gleaming, fangs bared in a predatory grin.
Grin~
Every step seemed to command the battlefield itself.
The ash and blood whipped around him in a violent storm.
Merlin staggered backward, barely able to keep his wand raised.
The Eidolon Sentinels, once his army, were collapsing under this dual assault—
The bats above, the magical creatures below.
The green portal behind him still churned, vomiting more of his minions,
But now they were torn apart almost before they could land.
Merlin's voice trembled as he shouted into the chaos, desperate.
"This… this is impossible! No mortal—or monster—should have this power!"
Leo's laugh echoed, calm and omnipotent.
"Mortal? Monster? No, Merlin… I am neither. I am a Morningstar."
The golden portal continued to pour forth creatures loyal only to him,
The swarm and army moving as one unstoppable force.
The battlefield had become a storm of claws, wings, fire, and magic—
The Eidolon Sentinels were reduced to a screaming, writhing sea of ash and broken armor.
And through it all, Leo walked forward, serene and untouchable, the eye of a crimson storm around which death itself danced.
He was still waiting for something as if happens he can kill Merlin without any worry.
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