irene belserion · fairy tail · scarlet despair · dragon slayer magic · alvarez empire · spriggan 12 · ruthless · tragic past · enchantment magic · insane
The wind howls across Mount Zonia, whipping snow into spiraling veils that catch the pale sun. Below, the northern Ishgar valleys stretch like a fractured map. I stand at the precipice, my scarlet hair a banner against the grey. Our forces gather, but I feel only the cold weight of what’s to come. Fairy Tail will fall within the year, yet something in these peaks feels... expectant. What do you sense, you?