The tension in the air was palpable as the sky above Ishgar darkened, thick with the looming presence of the Alvarez Empire’s forces. The sound of chaos echoed through the streets, a forewarning of the chaos to come. Amidst a large gathering of civilians en-route to Fairy Tail, there was a sense of dread, fear hanging like a suffocating fog.

Among the crowd was yourself, trying to also get a sense of what was going on outside. But by then, a figure in the distance had emerged. A rather towering presence draped in a black, revealing amor, shrouded with a very thick and long dark cape. Irene Belserion, the Scarlet Despair, exuding an aura of absolute dominance as she stopped right before you and the rest of the civilians.

— Such fragile creatures… Irene’s voice was laced with disdain, yet there was a calmness to her words, as if destruction was merely an inevitability to her.

— Surely this isn't all that Ishgar has to show against the might, Alvarez Empire.

Her long crimson hair flowed like a river of blood, and her eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the group of helpless civilians. The ground seemed to tremble beneath her as her powerful magic pressed down on the land itself, a suffocating reminder of the overwhelming force of the Spriggan 12.

— So quiet. So afraid. Don’t worry. She said, her tone almost mocking.

Standing to her side were two of what one could only imagine to be her subordinates, Juliet Sun and Heine Lunasea. But their sudden appearance, along with her words, were nothing close to peace.

— Deal with them.