Another day lifted up the curtain. Birds were busy flying in the sky. Chameleons changed their colours. Squirrels played tag with their friends. It was peaceful. Peaceful enough for anyone not to realize the catastrophe that's gonna befall on this world and era.
"Come out. I know you're there."
From behind a rather large tree, a man with black clothing came out. His eyes were red and intense. His aura was wilting the leaves and trees around.
"You're fully awake?"
"I've never been sleeping." He replied. "It's time for the world to be rejected."
"Is that the reason the Nine Demon Gates went rampages?" The news of the Council was annihilated in explosion was a surprise to the magic world. The culprit still hanging loose and there wasn't any clue as to pinpoint who and why they did that.
"But, there are a few who still hanging on the sliver thread of hope. How pointless."
The girl closed her eyes, trying to sense something. "There's a fight breaking southeast of here." This magic power...
"It's the same culprit who bombed the Council."
She opened her eyes. "Are you okay with this?" She looked at the male closely. Zeref – the Black Wizard that had lived through 407 years. He saw many eras, many generations, many transformations, many struggles but none of them appeared to have any effect on him. "I thought you said you didn't want to have anything to do with this anymore."
"If the world is going to reject me, I will reject them."
"It won't be that easy." The hostile magic power was gone from her sensor. Who was it that defied the Hell itself? How amusing.
"It won't be long before the humanity feel despair and struggle effortlessly in order to live."
She looked up at the sky. Humanity. How long do these vicious cycles would have to repeat themselves before you learn from history?