Fairy Tail: Threads of Infinity

Smoke still clung to the corners of the tower's inner sanctum, rising in lazy tendrils from the shattered floor where Jellal had just been slammed into the wall. Cracks ran like veins across the marble. Magic thickened the air like static before a lightning strike.

Simon lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his wounds brutal but not fatal. Erza stirred faintly beside him, unconscious yet breathing.

Shinra stood between them and Jellal, one hand in his coat pocket, the other raised slightly as if he hadn't even exerted himself.

Jellal slowly climbed out of the crater in the wall. His armor cracked, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes shimmered with both fury and disbelief.

"You…" Jellal rasped. "What… are you?"

Shinra tilted his head. "Doesn't really matter, does it? You've already lost."

Jellal clenched his teeth, magic exploding around him like a typhoon. "You dare mock me? I am the chosen one of Zeref! My magic makes heaven themselves bend to me!"

A glyph of immense complexity formed beneath him, rotating slowly—celestial bodies and constellations flickering within it.

**"Heavenly Body Magic: Altairis!"**

Twin black stars of compressed energy spun into his palms. Jellal flung them forward—each orb carving through space with the scream of collapsing air.

Shinra didn't move.

At the last second, his hand snapped up. A pulse of *Cursed Technique : Lapse Blue* burst forth—sucking the twin stars into a micro-vacuum and erasing them from existence.

Jellal's eyes widened.

Shinra stepped forward. "You're trying to overwhelm me with cosmic pressure? Cute. But your body's only half-anchored to this world, isn't it?"

Jellal staggered back. "How do you—?"

"Your other half's busy playing 'mage council advisor' in Era as Siegrain," Shinra said casually. "You're split down the middle, Jellal. That's why your output feels so... underwhelming."

Jellal screamed and vanished in a burst of speed. *Meteor*. He flickered above, below, behind, to the sides—striking from every angle with blinding speed.

Shinra's eyes didn't follow.

They didn't need to.

He simply let his own presence expand—his domain of awareness reading every movement before it happened. Every strike Shinra deflected was a step ahead of Jellal's rhythm.

Shinra caught his leg mid-kick and twisted.

Jellal crashed into the ceiling, then the floor, then was flung through a pillar of lacrima crystal.

"Come on," Shinra sighed. "You talk like a god, but you hit like a shitting lower S–class."

Furious and wild, Jellal rose again, chanting a forbidden spell that warped the very light in the room.

**"Sema!"**

The sky itself screamed. Through the shattered roof above, a massive ball of starlight began descending. Heat and gravitational force ripped the clouds outside apart, bending the atmosphere toward its descent.

Shinra looked up at the looming meteor lazily. "That's better."

He raised a single finger. A speck of red light bloomed from his fingertip—a concentrated dot of cursed energy so dense it warped the space around it.

He flicked it upward.

The red mote pierced the meteor with surgical precision.

It didn't explode—it *ceased*. As if someone had erased the frame from reality.

"Try again, loser." Shinra said.

Jellal lost control.

He roared, releasing *Heavenly Wrath Nova*, a storm of light that turned the ground into liquid magic. Spikes of golden energy burst upward in a spiral, sealing all exits and chaining Shinra in a prison of celestial fire.

But in the center of the storm stood Shinra, completely untouched. A slow breath escaped his lips. His blindfold fluttered slightly.

*Sub-Domain : Hollow Corridor.*

The tower fell silent.

Jellal blinked. The world around him twisted—reality itself unraveling at the edges. The laws of physics bent sideways. His magic wouldn't form glyphs. His senses scattered.

The world had become Shinra's will.

Floating in an infinite plane of pale violet, with ribbons of cursed energy cascading through the air like silk, Shinra walked forward as if gravity didn't matter.

"You're inside my domain now," Shinra said calmly. "Where time, distance, and force all answer to me."

Jellal screamed and lunged. He tried to teleport and cast his magic, but nothing worked.

Shinra simply raised a hand.

And the world blinked.

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**Annihilation**

Shinra didn't punch. He *clapped*.

The air folded inward.

Jellal's body twisted under the pressure, magic shields breaking like glass.

Shinra's next move wasn't visible.

A sonic boom erupted *after* Jellal was already airborne.

He struck the tower ceiling, bounced off, and Shinra appeared above him—flipping midair and slamming him downward with a *reverse gravity cannon* amplified by cursed rotation.

Jellal's body *cratered* through three levels of the tower.

From the sky down to the summoning chamber.

The tower trembled.

---

Jellal lay broken in a pit of shattered crystal. He tried to raise his head, blood leaking from his mouth.

"You don't… understand…" he hissed. "Zeref… the world needs… rebirth…"

Shinra landed softly beside him.

"No," he said. "The world needs healing. And idiots like you are just making the pain louder."

He extended two fingers.

A sigil flared to life beneath Jellal, freezing his limbs. Not from damage—but from pressure. Shinra had *collapsed* the surrounding magical space, pinning Jellal with gravitational choke points.

"I'm leaving you alive," Shinra said. "Because someone needs to explain this mess to the council."

Jellal couldn't respond—his vision blurred.

"I'd say 'good night,' but you're not even worth a one-liner."

A flick of Shinra's finger.

Jellal passed out instantly.

---

The domain faded.

The Tower of Heaven settled, groaning under the weight of fractured spells.

Shinra walked calmly toward the center chamber, where Simon was barely conscious and Erza was stirring.

"Shin… ra…" Simon coughed, blinking against the pain. "You came…"

"Of course I did," Shinra said gently, lifting Erza in his arms. "You two fought damn hard."

"Did we win…?" Erza whispered, her eyelids fluttering open.

Shinra smiled.

"Yeah," he said. "We won. I just cleaned up the mess."