Fairy Tail: Shinigami - Chapter 293: The Quincy Elite.

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[Third Person. POV.]

Yhwach sat upon his ominous throne, his eyes closed in deep meditation. His senses extended far beyond the walls of his palace, seeing time itself move and change. He could feel the pull and flow of spiritual energy. The future had changed… once again.

And it had changed thanks to a disturbance, the expected arrival of his brother. Yhwach had to admit, Adam’s presence was unlike any other, a spiritual pressure so immense that it reverberated through the very fabric of reality.

“So the lost son has arrived…,” he whispered, a twisted smile curling his lips. His words echoed around the room, sending shivers down the spines of the Quincy soldiers who served him.

Despite the future not being certain, Yhwach had been waiting for this moment for a long time, for the return of the one that was his brother and nemesis. The prodigal son had returned.

“My king?” Jugram muttered, looking at Yhwach, who simply ignored him.

With a graceful motion, Yhwach rose from his throne, his cape billowing around him. His purpose was clear, he would confront Adam, and deal with the threat he represented right away. The time for their inevitable clash had finally come, and Yhwach welcomed it with open arms.

“Jugram,” Yhwach said, a dark smile on his face. “Summon the Schutzstaffel, I have a mission for them.”

As the command left his lips, a silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the soft rustle of the Sternritters shifting uneasily in their ranks. The Schutzstaffel, the elite guard, the strongest of his warriors, and the King was sending them first. The rest of the Quincy couldn’t help but wonder… just how strong Adam was to warrant this much firepower thrown at him.

Jugram’s steely gaze met Yhwach’s with unwavering loyalty. “Yes, my liege,” he responded, and as he turned on his heel, his cloak swirling arouind, as he moved to follow Yhwach’s command.

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[Jugram Haschwalt. POV.]

I made my way through the dimly lit corridors of the palace. As the trusted lieutenant of Yhwach, it was my duty to ensure that his commands were carried out swiftly and efficiently. The mission at hand was not to be taken lightly, for it involved the Schutzstaffel, the most formidable warriors in our ranks.

The Schutzstaffel consisted of four Sternritters, each possessing unique and devastating abilities. They were Yhwach’s ultimate trump card, his chosen guardians. To deploy them against Adam, spoke volumes about the perceived threat he posed.

As I approached the quarters of the Schutzstaffel, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Adam’s return had clearly unsettled Yhwach… yet at the same time, it had also excited our King. I suppose that whatever abilities or insights Adam had gained during his absence were a mystery to us, and that uncertainty bred caution.

The door to the Schutzstaffel’s quarters loomed before me, adorned with the symbol of the Quincy. Calmly, I pushed it open and entered the dimly lit room. The four Sternritters were gathered within, waiting for something.

Perhaps they had felt Adam’s return as well.

Lille Barro, the X-Axis, stood with his piercing gaze fixed on a distant point. His ability to eliminate targets with pinpoint accuracy made him a formidable sniper, and he rarely missed his mark.

Pernida Parnkgjas, the Compulsory, sat in a corner, its grotesque form twitching and contorting as if in anticipation. Pernida’s ability to control and manipulate nerves made it a nightmarish opponent on the battlefield.

Askin Nakk Le Vaar, the Deathdealing, reclined lazily in a chair, an air of indifference about him. His power to turn any substance into a lethal poison made him a deadly adversary, and his nonchalant demeanor hid a cunning intellect.

Finally, Gerard Valkyrie, the Miracle, stood with an air of unwavering confidence. His ability to become invulnerable and bring miracles into reality made him nearly unbeatable in combat. The key word being, nearly.

“Jugram,” Lille Barro acknowledged my presence with a nod, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Jugram,” echoed Pernida Parnkgjas, its words formed by manipulating his own muscles rather than through conventional speech.

“What’s new?” Askin offered a lazy wave of his hand, as if greeting an old acquaintance.

“Jugram,” Gerard Valkyrie’s voice boomed with enthusiasm, his towering figure exuding an aura of invincibility.

I nodded in turn to each of the Schutzstaffel, my own demeanor remaining composed and authoritative as befitted my role as Yhwach’s Grandmaster and right hand. I moved to the center of the room, the weight of my mission pressing heavily on my shoulders.

“Yhwach has summoned you all,” I announced, allowing a moment for the statement to sink in.

“All of us?” Askin yawned. “He never calls for all of us, sounds like a scary situation.”

Lille’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. “It doesn’t matter the reason, Askin. If our God requires all of us, we shall answer without question.”

Gerard clapped his hands together, the sound reverberating through the room like a clap of thunder. “Then let us not keep our King waiting any longer. I am eager to witness the next miracle that awaits us.”

Pernida’s form ceased its twitching and seemed to still, as though listening intently.

Without another word, the four Sternritters rose as one, their presence alone enough to chill the air around them.

I turned around. “Follow me.”

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The Schutzstaffel, accompanied by me, entered the throne room of Yhwach’s palace. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, and the Quincy soldiers who lined the room’s edges stood at attention, their eyes fixed on our group. Some in fear, others in admiration.

Yhwach sat upon his throne, his expression unreadable as he regarded his elite group.

The four Sternritters, Lille Barro, Pernida Parnkgjas, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, and Gerard Valkyrie, stood in a formation before their king. Their presence exuded an air of power and anticipation.

Yhwach’s voice resonated through the chamber as he spoke, his words carrying the weight of command. “My children, you have been summoned for a crucial mission. Adam, has returned to the Soul Society. And he poses a threat we cannot ignore.”

Lille Barro’s eyes remained fixed on Yhwach, unwavering and focused.

Pernida Parnkgjas continued its unsettling twitches and contortions.

Askin Nakk Le Vaar frowned, not happy with the fact he was being ordered to fight, a contrast to Gerard Valkyrie’s enthusiasm which was more evident, being elated for the battle that lay ahead.

“Under other circumstances I would’ve dealt with Adam myself,” Yhwach continued, a small smile dawning on his face. “Alas, I have other things to do.”

“Your will its our command,” Lille replied, bowing his head.

Yhwach smiled. “Your mission is to confront Adam once we invade the Soul Society again, assess his abilities, keep him away from interfering, and, if possible, eliminate him.”

If… possible? Was Adam truly that strong, that even with those four, he has a chance of winning?

The Schutzstaffel nodded in unison.

Yhwach’s eyes glinted with an ominous light as he concluded, “Remember, my children, you are the Quincy’s ultimate strength. The fate of our people rests on your shoulders.”

“Is this guy really that strong?” Askin asked, looking genuinely intrigued, his usual playful demeanor lacing his voice with a hint of sarcasm. “I mean, come on, Lille alone is usually overkill, but adding the other two… that’s a lot, don’t you think?”

Yhwach’s gaze shifted, locking onto Askin with an intensity that could silence even the most confident of his warriors. “Your underestimation may be your downfall,” he warned, his voice deep and unforgiving. “Adam is unlike any other adversary we have faced. In a way… he is the progenitor of their kind, bestowed with abilities that eclipse any other Shinigami. Do not take him lightly.”

Gerard Valkyrie laughed boisterously, the sound resonating through the chamber like a call to war. “I welcome the challenge! I shall prove the might of the Quincy’s heart!” His towering figure seemed to swell with his eagerness, a hint of divine ferocity in his eyes.

Lille Barro simply nodded as he caressed his rifle almost affectionately. “There is no target beyond my reach,” he stated confidently, his voice as sharp as the bullets he fired. “The light that I cast does not waver, nor does it falter, your will shall be done, your Majesty.”

Askin sighed. “I guess we are doing this. Just don’t blame me if I can’t keep up.”

I could almost laugh at Askin’s self deprecating act. He was just as dangerous as the others, but he had perfected his weak act so much, that everyone that didn’t know him would always underestimate him. When it came to killing, he was as effective as Lille.

“Is there anything else you wish of me, your Majesty?” I asked, bowing.

“No, just prepare the others, we are moving within the hour,” Yhwach replied, his eyes showing a level of eagerness I had not seen in… a long time.

Just how strong was Adam?