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Flying over the massive swarm of people, Oberon arrives behind Laxus, who is throwing bolts of golden lightning at cultists, trading fire and destroying their cover.
"Did anything go wrong?" Oberon asks as Laxus dances around the attack, constantly transforming into his lightning form to reposition.
"Everything is fine. Now help me!" Laxus launches a bolt of lightning at one of the women from the altar room, and she raises a yellow barrier to block it.
Oberon frowns, and with a thought he creates a sphere of Light Magic beside him, and from it a beam of concussive light shatters her barrier and crushes her into the wall. "Annoying shields…"
"You're one to talk," Laxus appears beside him, now ignoring the cultists, and Oberon raises a barrier before their attacks can reach them. "I need to go help escort everyone out of here. They need someone that can sense ambushes with them."
"Alright, I'll clean up here."
"The altar is above the main gathering hall, and the big boss is on the upper floors!" Laxus yells before flying off to assist the crowd.
He appears outside to see Rune Knights fighting off cultists, alongside Virgo, Aries, and Pegasus. All while Caelum is in chisel form, moving through the surroundings to bash away any cover cultists are hiding behind.
Back in the fortress, Oberon hovers above the ground, glaring at the Mage cultists. "Surrender and this doesn't have to end in a fight."
One of the men raises his staff at Oberon. "We will never give up on Lord Zer—" Immense gravity crushes him into the floor, shattering many of his bones.
The others nervously step away from him, unable to ignore the sound of his pained cries. "Well?"
Before they can answer, the large stone doors behind them open and a man wearing simple armor in the same color as their robes steps through. The doors to the main atrium close behind him, and he marches through the other Mages to stand against Oberon.
"Oberon. A Wizard Saint was sent here, really?" he asks, then scoffs. "You Wizard Saints are famous for ignoring the Magic Council, but not you. You are the loyal dog they've found."
Oberon rolls his eyes. "Not a Wizard Saint, and I work with them because our objectives align. In this case, stopping people like you from resurrecting some evil piece of trash Mage."
"You dare speak of Lord Zeref in such a way!"
"Ugh, so defensive over someone you've never even met. He's dead, doesn't even know you exist. And if he's half as powerful as the stories say, he wouldn't care about you. After all, you need all of this to replicate a fraction of his power. It's pathetic, really…"
The man flexes his right hand, creating a Light Make sword in his hand, and a Light Magic shield on his left forearm. "If you're here, then all our locations have been compromised. But at least when I see Lord Zeref in the next life, I can tell him I brought you with me."
Oberon smiles, not bothered by the man's words, entirely focused on the dull blue constructs. "Alright, you against me. But I'll warn you, Light Make is far inferior to my Light Magic."
"That remains to be see—" before he can finish speaking, before he can realize what was happening, Oberon rushes forward. In the same instant, he appears in front of the man with a Light Construct sword and bashes apart his shield, sending the man like a cannonball through the stone doors, tumbling across the main atrium.
It takes a moment for the other Mages to realize what happened, stepping away from the boy that's now a few steps from them. Before they can speak or move, immense gravity crushes them into the floor, knocking them out before Oberon walks through the broken doors.
'My arm!' Agone wracks the head cultist's body as he tumbles to a stop, flashing in and out of consciousness for a few seconds before his senses return. He finds himself on the cold stone floor, staring up at the ceiling. 'He cut off my damn ar—'
His thoughts stop as he sits up, seeing both his arms still intact.
'What?' he wonders before looking up at Oberon, who is walking over to him, sword in hand. 'That hit felt like my arm was just, gone, did he lower his output at the last moment?'
"I'm only using Light Make. This is a opportunity most would kill for, don't waste it."
The man grits his teeth, forcing himself to stand. "That will be your final mistake." He reforms his constructs, ignoring the arches through his body as he takes a combat stance.
Oberon takes a different stance, but to his surprise, the man throws his sword construct. The inherent advantage of Maker Magic is that the constructs are real, meaning they don't need constant focus to be maintained.
Light Make constructs are hard, light, solid, and depending on the density they can greatly surpass most metals. Oberon and Makarov's constructs are exceptional, however, Oberon is limited in one aspect of Light Magic.
His Light Magic must be tethered to himself, and Light Make users don't have this problem.
As Oberon shatters the sword with his own, two carriage-sized hammerheads appear at either side of him, colliding with him in the middle.
He leaps backward, and the man snaps his fingers, creating hundreds of ballista bolts and firing them at Oberon. Oberon raises a Light Barrier to defend himself, and easily stops them all. But the man creates another bolt behind Oberon, at the far side of the room, and fires it at the boy.
While Oberon is shifting to dodge the previous bolts, he sees this one at the last moment and avoids a direct hit, instead, it slashes a shallow wound into his left shoulder.
'Defense against someone who can make weapons anywhere within their immediate range is impossible,' he decides, focusing on his opponent and rushing forward.
The man's eyes widen, surprised by Oberon's speed, but he immediately understands what the boy is planning. He recreates his sword, now larger and two-handed, along with some Light Construct armor on his body.
Rushing forward, their blades clash, and his eyes glance over to Oberon's left shoulder, looking at where the boy's shirt is slashed, and the skin is rapidly healing. Within seconds it's fully healed, infuriating the man.
"You have Healing Magic?!"
"Nah, I just heal quick," Oberon pushes the man away, making distance before charging in.
Their blades clash, and the man's sword instantly shatters. He keeps his momentum and spins into a backhand, shattering his armor on Oberon's face, but the boy takes this moment to kick behind the man's legs, flipping him horizontal in the air before elbowing him in the ribs.
The armor around the man's ribs shatters, along with some bones, sending him rolling across the floor.
"Is that all you've got?" Oberon asks, more curious than arrogant or taunting.
The man feels pain with each breath as he looks to the boy, not even seeing a scratch on his face. "You didn't even budge…"
"I have a few layers of defenses. Most of them are off right now, but my body is pretty tough too, and if you do manage to hurt me. I heal."
"Bullshit," The man forces himself to stand, casting aside any thoughts of defense as he puts everything in a Light Magic construct of a massive buster sword. A blade one inch thick and nearly two feet wide, longer than he was tall.
Unlike his other constructs, it glows bright blue, showcasing that he put every drop of power he had into this. Oberon recognizes this and raises his own blade, ready to clash with the man and test all that they are against each other.
The man releases a desperate battle cry before rushing forward, raising his blade and bringing it down horizontally at Oberon.
Oberon mirrors him perfectly, and their constructs clash to release a shockwave through the room. The man's bones quake at the impact, and his muscles beg for surrender with each passing second, all while Oberon just keeps smiling up at him.
"Not bad for a regular Light Make construct. A few years ago we would have been comparable if it's only Light Make Magic, but I have more than that, plus…I have the Radiance Formula."
The man is confused for a split second before Oberon's construct easily carves through his, slashing across his chest with sharpness, speed, and searing heat, showing off all that the Radiance Formula does to amplify Light Magic and modify its properties.
The man's construct shatters, and Oberon steps back to let him collapse to his knees, blood leaking from his chest to the floor, staining his robes.
"You'll live," Oberon says before looking up at the ceiling. "Now I need to study all these Altars you people made, such a hassle. Could have at least put them in one place for me."
The man chuckles as Oberon is whining about the inconvenience, as if his entire life's work wasn't demolished with ease. "At least I can rob you of that, of our secrets. Detonate!" He releases a wave of Magic Energy, squeezing his eyes shut, ready to go meet his god.
And after a few moments in awkward silence, he opens his eyes to see Oberon giving him a bored look. "C'mon. Did you really think I fought someone as weak as you to research Light Make Magic? I was just stalling so the Rune Knights could sneak around and disarm the bombs in this place. Now, you're going to tell me where you got the idea for this project, and who the big boss really is. Because I know it can't be someone as weak as you…"
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