FAIRIES OF THE BLEEDING EARTH: DESTRUCTION OF THE AREDIA HEART(The Last Song of Diaz, The Black Wing)
The ambient heat of the Demon Realm faded into a biting, unnatural frost as the planar boundaries began to tear.
Yusuke Urameshi leaned against the obsidian throne, his thumbs hooked into his pockets, staring down at the kneeling messenger. "Let me get this straight," Yusuke said, his voice flat. "Some ancient sage sent you past Raizen’s border guards just to tell me it's time for a 'trial of kings'?"
"It is the cycle of all realms, Lord Urameshi," the messenger gasped, shivering against the demonic pressure in the room. "The battling kings of Kandrakar, the three rulers of the magical realm—every age demands an ordeal. In my considerable years, I have seen only one such trial, and it forged a champion for the ages."
Before Yusuke could tell him that Raizen’s territory didn't give a damn about Kandrakar's rules, the frost turned into a howling arctic draft. A blinding flash of pale light split the throne room open, revealing the wind-swept ice sheets of Earth’s North.
Nebula stepped through the tear, her eyes burning with ethereal, furious magic.
"Hold your fire, Winx—and whatever you are," Nebula called out, her voice cutting through the sudden gale. "I have come to bring a message, not to fight. It is a directive from Queen Morgana."
Yusuke raised an eyebrow. "Morgana? Never heard of her."
"If you do not deliver the Wizards of the Black Circle to Morgana," Nebula declared, stepping closer as ice crystals formed on the stone floor, "then you will suffer the revenge of Aura, the fairy of the north. Her wrath is not meant for you, but for the human cities—and only you have the power to stop it. Deliver the Wizards, or the human world freezes, and the Kingdom of Meridian will fall to collateral ruin."
"Meridian?" a rasping, cruel voice echoed from the shadows above.
A rift of dark purple flame ripped open near the vaulted ceiling. Narissa hovered in the void, her scepter dripping with dark magic as she looked down at the converging worlds. "Ah, Aredia... the perfect planet to add a new heart to my collection," Narissa cackled, her laugh echoing off the frozen walls. "Every world has a mystic heart, but this one comes completely without guardians!"
"They aren't without guardians!"
A battered figure crashed through Narissa’s dark rift, slamming hard onto the stone floor at Yusuke's feet. It was Diaz, the Svall of Kuruda. His armor was shattered, his left wing snapped at a sickening angle, and blood dripped onto the frosted stone.
Behind him, a shadow materialized—a towering warrior clad in black iron, holding a crimson broadsword.
"Your flesh torn, your bones crushed," the shadow spat, stepping over Diaz's broken form. "I'm afraid you'll never fly again, warrior. The black wing has been grounded forever! What more can you possibly offer to this battle?"
Diaz spat a mouthful of blood onto the ice. He forced his shattered frame upward, his remaining eye locked onto the shadowy invader, then toward the converging rifts of Kandrakar, Earth, and Meridian.
"My soul," Diaz rasped, his voice echoing with absolute, unyielding defiance. "I offer my soul."
Yusuke cracked his knuckles, a blue aura of Spirit Gun energy bursting around his fist, melting Nebula's ice in an instant.
"Alright, hold on," Yusuke smirked, stepping down from the throne. "I don't know about mystic hearts or fairy revenge, but if everyone's coming to my realm to settle their ancestral property disputes... you're all gonna have to line up and go through me first."
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