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Meanwhile, on the Muggle side,
The world was already on the edge of collapse—
Political unrest, rising conflicts, and fear of the unknown Phenomenon left nations fragile.
The world plunged deeper into chaos.
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The skies tore open with emerald wounds, and creatures of nightmare rained down upon cities.
Confusion gave way to pure terror.
The skies tore open with emerald wounds, and creatures of nightmare rained down upon cities.
The higher officials of each nation—
Those few who knew of the magical world's existence—
Scrambled to contact them they were left with regret's just few weeks before they were planning to kill wizards with nuclear bomb and control the future wizards so they can be a great assert.
But everything changed after that natural Phenomenon happened.
Goverments collapsed.
Now their weapons were useless all they could hope was wizards help them.
But the truth was far worse than what any of them expected.
The three Magic Waves,
Attack of the Ms.Magic herself,
Had already rewritten the fabric of existence itself.
Every form of modern energy—
Electricity, combustion, even digital transmissions—
Had been drained of dominance.
The world that once thrived on machines and light now flickered in darkness.
Helicopters hung dead in the air before crashing.
Fighter jets fell silent mid-flight.
Tanks refused to fire, their targeting systems dark.
Entire power grids failed as though the world had forgotten how to conduct current.
Mankind's proudest inventions had become relics.
The Eidolon Sentinels moved freely through cities now darkened and powerless.
They tore through streets, their skeletal armor glinting in the sickly green glow from the portals above.
Muggles screamed, powerless to fight back with weapons that no longer obeyed their science except the physical one like knife, rod, pipe, sword, wooden stick etc..,
Only a handful of world leaders and military generals understood what was truly happening—
And even they were terrified.
The secrets they had guarded for generations were unraveling.
The wizards they'd sworn to destroy—
Were now the hope of humanity—
Were now the only hope left.
In London...
The British Ministry scrambled into action,
Sending squads of Aurors to hold the line around critical points.
Spells burst like artillery fire in the dark sky.
Each flash of magic brought whispers of salvation—
Yet none dared reveal themselves to the masses.
Across the seas...
Some Ministries acted nobly, fighting side by side with unseen valor.
But others… closed their gates.
Sealed their lands.
"Protect our own... Why should we protect mudbloods,"
They decreed, abandoning millions to the advancing shadows.
In the blackout cities... Across the world...
Muggles could see only the green and red glows flashing in the sky—
Unknown forces clashing in silence.
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They didn't know who fought, or why, but every time the red light burned brighter, the monsters screamed and fell.
Some began to pray.
Others simply watched the heavens, whispering of angels and demons.
The Aurors were soon overwhelmed—
There were simply too many portals, too many Eidolons around the world how could they cover all of it.
Spells that once held whole streets now frayed under the pressure of endless black bodies.
Where lines fell, a different kind of courage rose.
Witches and wizards who had never been Aurors—
Librarians, shopkeepers, young healers, schoolteachers—
Pulled their wands from drawers and answered the call.
They came in ragged groups from side streets and council chambers,
From the kitchens of hidden homes and the basements of Muggle-linked families.
Many bore the bloodline marks that tied them to two worlds:
A grandmother who'd taught a child to read by candlelight,
A father who'd fixed radios before the currents died,
A teenager who'd learned house charms from a mother who still had a Muggle bank card in her purse.
They moved with fierce, desperate grace—
Protecting neighbourhoods, building wards, ferrying the elderly through cracked alleys on levitated carts.
Their families—
Those they acquaintance in the Muggle world—
Were safely tucked inside the Ministry's emergency wards when the portals first opened,
Placed behind official enchantments and guarded corridors.
They watched, fear and pride twisted together,
As their neighbours stepped out into the ruined streets.
Their gratitude threaded through every whispered prayer and clenched jaw.
Thanks to Minister Jenkins for her order to shelter them,
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And to the name on nearly every trembling paper—
Leo Morningstar—
The man who had recommended taking in muggle families who had a wizards and witch into wizarding Britain when no one else would.
Newspapers—
Carried his name like a banner.
"Morningstar: The Reason We Breathed."
All these wizards and witches who were taken in were immensely greatful to the lord of the Morningstar family and the current minister Jenkins.
But gratitude hardened into rage just as fast.
The same ministers who had locked their gates—
Who chose the safety of marble halls over the screams beyond—
Were now figures of bile.
Villages where protective wards had been hoarded watched their own burn while neighboring wizarding states sealed their borders.
Those left outside the shields not able to leaving behind their family were with a single thought in their mind,
Bitter demand: Let the old Ministerial towers fall.
Let the councils that turned their backs be pulled down and remade.
On rooftops and in battered courtyards,
Hastily-formed militias of magic and muscle trained together.
Muggle-linked lineages—
Those with a foot in both worlds—
Led the charges.
They swore oaths not just to survive, but to tear down the ministries that had abandoned them.
In Ministry Of Britan...
Ministry War Room...
In the Ministry war rooms,
Ms. Jenkins moved like a ghost with iron hands—
Organizing corridors into evacuation hubs,
Forging alliances with reluctant Aurors from different Ministries,
And receiving lists of refugees from every corner of the battered city.
Young Ministry officials hurried into the war chamber—
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Faces pale, robes half-tucked, parchments fluttering in trembling hands.
Their voices overlapped as they delivered the latest reports,
A cacophony of grim updates and desperate proposals.
"Several Ministries who have joined in our cooperation, Minister,"
One began breathlessly,
"France, Japan, India, China and parts of the American Confederation have sent their task forces. They're coordinating to contain the Eidolons across the major zones."
Another stepped forward, eyes shadowed from sleepless nights.
"The issue isn't strength, ma'am. We can destroy them—burn, freeze, banish, it doesn't matter. They just keep coming. Every time we kill one, three more will step out of the portal our cancellation charm don't work on it. Aurors are spread thinner than parchment."
Minister Jenkins sat still in the center of the chaos,
Her hands clasped around a quill that trembled ever so slightly.
She prayed that the Leo who has went earlier after giving her and others the warning about the upcoming fight and left to confront the enemy.
Around her, maps floated in the air—
Each glowing red mark representing another outbreak site, another breach.
The lines were spreading faster than any human could move.
A younger witch leaned forward, whispering as if afraid to make it real.
"The Muggle world's collapsing, minister. Their weapons and electricity are useless. We're their only defense."
The words hit like lead.
Jenkins stared at the floating map, the red stains crawling toward every coastline.
"Where there any Auror divisions left?"
She asked finally.
"Mostly guarding wizarding side of the world our border, Minister,"
Came the answer.
"If we pull them from defense, our own borders will fall. But if we don't—"
"—then all we could do was stall time,"
Jenkins finished quietly.
Silence spread.
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Even the floating parchments seemed to hold their breath.
She rose slowly from her chair,
Pacing toward the large window overlooking the courtyard below,
Where recruits and healers rushed between tents and transport circles.
The sound of distant thunder—
No, portals tearing open again—
Echoed through the wards.
Her reflection in the glass looked serious, heavier.
Her thoughts raced.
They could not leave the wizarding world undefended—
One breach in their wards, and their entire civilization could crumble overnight.
Yet, to ignore the Muggles was to watch millions die, helpless and unarmed.
For the first time since the crisis began,
The sharp and unshakable Minister Jenkins had no immediate answer.
The air in the room seemed to grow thicker with every unspoken possibility.
"Minister?"
One of the aides ventured softly.
But she didn't reply.
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Her mind was running through every known defense—
Every alliance, every hidden reserve.
Nothing fit.
Nothing was enough.
Finally, she whispered to herself, almost inaudibly.
"Even if we have the power to fight… what good is it, if we can't be everywhere at once?"
It was the bitter truth.
No matter how powerful their magic, the sheer numbers of Eidolons were turning the battle into an impossible war of attrition.
And as that realization sank in, one thought—
Unwelcome, but inescapable—
Crossed her mind.
'Perhaps the solution won't come from any Ministry at all.'
Meanwhile...
On the battlefield where Leo Morningstar faced the so-called Fake Death, Merlin—
The chaos raged like an open wound in the world.
The sky was an ocean of writhing clouds, crimson lightning flashing in jagged veins as if the heavens themselves were tearing apart.
Each bolt struck the ground with a roar, vaporizing Eidolon Sentinels into piles of black ash.
Around them, the army of bats and magical beasts—
Leo's collected familiars—
Ripped through the remaining waves, their shrieks echoing across the ruined landscape like a symphony of vengeance.
Merlin staggered backward, his face pale beneath the grime and the pulsing green light of his still-open portal.
His breath came in ragged bursts, wand trembling in his grip.
The great wizard who once mocked gods now looked like a man trapped in his own nightmare.
He could see it clearly now—
Leo wasn't attacking.
He wasn't even rushing to end it.
He was waiting.
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Every second, Merlin felt that eerie calm radiating from Leo's stance.
It wasn't hesitation.
It was patience.
"What are you doing?"
Merlin snarled, voice cracking with frustration.
"Why aren't you finishing it, Morningstar?! Afraid you'll lose control?"
Leo didn't answer.
His gaze never left Merlin's.
The air around him shimmered with static.
Red lightning continued to rain down like divine punishment.
Inside his mind,
The faint digital chime of his system interface echoed.
[ Host your plan has succeeded Synchronization between Wizarding and Muggle fronts achieved.]
[Both now recognize the shared threat.]
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Leo's lips.
Smirk~
'Finally.'
His plan had worked.
The chaos spreading across the world had forced two divided civilizations—
The Muggles and the Wizards—
To fight side by side, whether they liked it or not.
Now, there was no more secrecy.
No more walls between worlds.
For the first time in centuries, humanity—
Magical or otherwise—
Stood on the same plate.
Merlin noticed the change in Leo's expression,
He took a shaky step backward, confusion flashing into dread.
"What… what are you planning?"
Leo's voice was low but carried through the thunder, resonant and cold.
"I've done what you never could, Merlin. I've united the world you tried to divide."
As he spoke, the lightning above seemed to answer his words—
Red veins spiraling together, forming the faint shape of a burning sigil in the clouds.
Merlin's pulse quickened.
Merlin's breath hitched as the sky above bled red—
A rolling storm of lightning veins spiraling downward like a hungry beast.
He instinctively tried to move, to teleport, to do anything—
But something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
His shadow moved.
At first, it was just a flicker beneath his boots, warped by the crimson dark red like a blood.
But then, it twisted.
The black outline on the ground writhed and stretched unnaturally, growing long fingers that slithered across the cracked earth like dark red tar made sentient.
Before Merlin could even raise his wand,
Those shadowy arms lashed upward, grabbing his legs and chest with bone-crushing strength.
He gasped, stumbling as his knees slammed into the ground.
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"Wha—!?"
His voice was choked off as three long middle finger's,
From the skeletal claws erupted from the dark mass, forcing his jaw open and stuffing two in his mouth, Gagging him mid-incantation.
The metallic taste of shadow-magic filled his tongue—
Cold, bitter, suffocating.
His eyes darted downward in panic.
The thing pinning him wasn't just shadow—
It was alive.
Dozens of clawed hands clawed their way out of the darkness, clutching at his arms, shoulders, even his robes,
Pulling him down inch by inch into the cold abyss below.
Merlin tried to struggle, veins bulging as he muffled a curse,
But his wand hand was wrenched aside.
He could only stare, wide-eyed, at Leo.
Leo stood calmly amidst the carnage,
Coat whipping in the roaring wind, eyes glowing a complete shade of blood-crimson.
He didn't even need to raise a finger.
The shadows obeyed him one of the ability of Dracula.
Behind him, the colossal storm churned, forming a vortex of red light and lightning.
The Eidolon army screamed as they were being ripped apart by the converging energies and beasts in the sky.
Leo's voice, calm and resonant, cut through the chaos like a blade:
"You rely too much on spells, Merlin. On words. On rituals. But what happens when the shadows themselves refuse to obey you?"
Merlin's muffled roar was swallowed by the sound of the ground splitting beneath him.
Crack...
The claws dug deeper.
The shadow pulled harder.
"You once called yourself Death…"
Leo whispered, eyes burning brighter.
"Let me remind you what real death feels like to the fake death."
The storm above responded in kind—
A colossal red lightning pillar began to descend,
Thick as a mountain, its light painting the battlefield in blinding scarlet.
And Merlin, trapped in the grasp of his own shadow,
Could do nothing but watch as Leo's bloody wrath came crashing down.
As the pillar of red lightning crashed down from the heavens, the sky itself seemed to rupture—
winds howled, clouds split apart, and the earth beneath Merlin scorched into molten cracks.
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When the light finally dimmed, nothing remained of Merlin's form except the faint imprint of his shadow,
Still twitching before dissolving into smoke.
The storm began to settle, but the silence that followed was deafening.
Leo stood motionless amidst the destruction, the air still humming with residual power.
The dark clouds above him swirled slower now, revealing streaks of crimson light weaving through the atmosphere like veins in the sky.
Then—
A soft chime echoed inside his mind.
[Ding...]
[Mission: "Kill the Fake Death"]
[Status: Completed.]
[Reward Granted: King Ghidorah (Monsterverse)]
[Note: This entity may only be summoned temporarily. Continuous presence outside the customized System Space will cause severe climatic destabilization.]
[Warning: King Ghidorah is fully loyal to Host; however, excessive abuse or reckless command may result in retaliation.]
[Handle with caution.]
Leo's crimson eyes flickered, reading the system prompt with faint amusement.
"King Ghidorah, huh?"
He murmured under his breath, the corners of his lips curving upward.
"A fitting addition… but a dangerous one."
His gaze rose to the fractured sky,
Where faint green remnants of Merlin's portal still pulsed.
Lightning sparked faintly across his shoulders, trailing into the void.
[Ding...]
[Analysis complete...]
[Suggestion: High-value opportunity detected due to a hidden condition being triggered .]
Leo frowned slightly.
Frown~
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"...Go on."
The digital tone in his mind deepened, its voice calm yet laced with eerie gravity.
[System Report][The "Death Realm" of this world is in critical instability.]
[The original Death—true keeper of mortal passage—has perished long ago and now exists only as a decaying law.]
[If the realm collapses entirely, the cycle of souls will break.]
[Consequences: uncontrolled resurrection, immortal decay, undead emergence, world imbalance.]
[Recommendation:]
[Utilize existing artifact: (Hell Gate of the Nue Subjugation Reward).]
[Merge this stabilized infernal domain with the failing Death Realm to restore continuity and prevent the collapse.]
[Additional benefit:]
[Significant Fame Point (FP) gain upon stabilization, as both wizarding and muggle souls unconsciously acknowledge Host's intervention in preserving natural order.]
[Hidden Condition: Fulfilled.](Details withheld by System protocol.)
Leo's eyes narrowed slightly.
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He chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
Chuckle~
"Fine… the Hell Gate's just been gathering dust anyway."
With a casual flick of his hand, he gave his command.
"If the realm of Death is broken, then I'll rebuild it myself."
[Ding...]
[System Confirmation: Initiating Dimensional Merge.]
[Hell Gate+Dying Death Relam+Ms.Magic's Blessing+??? → Integrating with Death Realm...]
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