The remains of Phantom Lord's throne chamber lay in ruins—shattered pillars, cracked stone, and drifting shadow-mist swirling in slow, ghostly curls. The four core fighters of Fairy Tail—Erza, Mirajane, Gray, and Natsu—lay on the sidelines, beaten, bruised, but conscious, their eyes wide with anticipation and disbelief.
At the center stood Jose Porla, his body wreathed in undulating black magic, eyes glowing like burning coals, lips curled in a grin of disdain. Facing him was Shinra—unmoving, unflinching, arms at his side. The calm in Shinra's demeanor contrasted the malevolent storm swirling around Jose.
"You," Jose sneered, "You think you're different?"
Shinra tilted his head. "I don't think," he said softly. "I know."
Without another word, Jose launched forward, a blur of shadows and hate. Phantom tendrils burst from his body, lashing out like a hydra.
But Shinra was gone.
In a flash, he reappeared behind Jose, slamming a palm into his back. A ring of blue energy rippled outwards—**Cursed Technique: Reversal Drive**. Jose was flung across the chamber, smashing into the far wall. Dust exploded in a wide arc.
Jose emerged, spitting blood, his expression was ugly , "Y-You...HOW DARE YOU! YOU FILTHY MONGREL!."
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Jose raised both hands, and from the shadows, hundreds of phantom blades shot toward Shinra like a storm. Each blade carried the weight of malice—ethereal, sharp, and deadly.
Shinra raised his hand, eyes glowing.
**"Infinity Flux: Collapse."**
A pulse spread from his body—space itself rippled. The blades bent, warped, and shattered before reaching him, as if reality itself refused to allow their approach.
Jose growled. He waved again, and this time, phantom giants formed—hulking beasts of darkness with glowing red eyes and mouths full of teeth.
They charged.
Shinra sprinted forward.
He danced between them, teleporting, redirecting, parrying. His strikes were precise—every motion calculated. A flick of his wrist and one giant imploded. A step sideways and another collapsed into a singularity.
From the sidelines, Erza whispered, "He's toying with them."
Mirajane's eyes widened. "No... he's measuring Jose. Learning."
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With a snarl, Jose lifted his arms high and roared, "**Phantom Banquet: Abyss Convergence!**"
The chamber darkened, the world dimming as shadows swallowed all light. The ground became ethereal. Shinra found himself floating—suspended in a vast dimension of nothing but void and specters.
Whispers filled the air. Screams. Echoes of pain.
Jose's voice boomed, "This is my domain! Here, you are nothing."
Shinra looked around, seemingly calm, but inside, even he admitted—this was pressure unlike any he'd felt since entering this world.
"Interesting," he muttered. Then his eyes narrowed.
**"Six Eyes: Revelation."**
His pupils changed—rings within rings—and his perception sharpened to the quantum level. The void around him peeled back. He could see through the illusion, the magic layers, the fundamental structure.
He raised a hand, index finger glowing.
**"Cursed Technique Reversal: Light Core."**
A pinpoint beam shot forward, and in an instant, pierced the void.
The dimension cracked.
The world reformed.
Shinra stood tall once more. Jose stood opposite, panting, visibly shaken.
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With a cry, Jose dove into physical combat. Phantom-enhanced fists met Shinra's cursed-defense-enhanced blocks. Shockwaves tore through what remained of the chamber.
Shinra blocked a heavy punch with one hand, countering with a spinning heel kick that distorted the air.
Jose reeled, shadows coiling to defend.
They moved like gods among men—each strike an earthquake, each movement rewriting gravity.
Shinra unleashed a barrage of invisible force strikes—**Vector Field Rush**. Jose responded by creating a barrier of soul specters, each absorbing and reflecting pieces of the attack.
Still, Shinra advanced.
He grabbed Jose's wrist and whispered, "**Black Flash.**"
BOOM.
A precise strike, where cursed energy collided within one-millionth of a second with his punch, sent Jose flying, crashing through five walls.
Blood now poured from Jose's lip. His aura flickered.
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Jose roared. "I AM A WIZARD SAINT!"
He summoned everything. His magic overflowed.
A massive phantom colossus rose behind him—twenty meters tall, forged of the pain of thousands, wielding a scythe of pure anti-magic.
"Phantom God: Harrow of the Abyss!"
It swung.
The scythe descended like judgment.
Shinra looked up.
And smiled.
He reached into his coat.
Pulled out a talisman. Crushed it.
His body surged with golden-white light. A halo formed behind him. His cursed technique reached the edge of godhood.
**"Domain Amplification: Celestial Stillness."**
Time slowed. The scythe froze inches from him. Shinra stepped forward, now glowing with purity.
He touched the scythe.
It unraveled.
The colossus cracked.
Jose's eyes widened in horror.
"No..." he whispered.
"Goodnight," Shinra said.
With a flick, he redirected all the kinetic energy of Jose's attack back toward him—folded and amplified.
Jose screamed.
The explosion tore through the fortress.
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When the dust settled, Jose lay unconscious in the cratered floor, his cloak smoldering, his body twitching.
Shinra stood above him, eyes dimming, body smoking with residual energy.
He turned.
Erza, Mira, Gray, and Natsu looked at him in awe.
"Let's go home," he smiled.