DxD: Lost in Time

Our auras clashed, crackling in the air as we found ourselves locked in a tense staring contest with our adversary.

The silver-haired woman stood before us, her gaze unwavering and unnervingly cold. The weight of her presence alone pressed down on us, but I held my ground. Natsumi, by my side, showed no signs of backing down either.

The plan was simple... Survive. Simple, but undeniably foolish. To survive this encounter meant giving it everything I had. I resolved not to hold back, except for one promise: I wouldn't kill her. But anything short of that was fair game.

"Silver hair, huh? I've never seen anything like it before. Forgive me for my admiration," I said, my tone flat and devoid of genuine emotion.

It sounded curious, maybe even flirtatious—but there was no mistaking the sarcasm laced in my voice.

I was grateful for the mask concealing my face. At least my expressions didn't betray the seriousness of my intent.

I can't afford to falter now. I have to be dead serious about this.

In the span of a fraction of a second, I unleashed a combination of techniques I had perfected as Vizard and my mother... Fullbringer.

It was a devastating move, one meant to overwhelm and leave no room for retaliation. Time itself seemed to slow in my mind as though the universe was rooting for me in this one fleeting moment.

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Grayfia could only see flashes of green lights, courtesy of the woman, and afterimages of the masked man streaking toward her. Her cold demeanor didn't falter, but her body tensed. Trusting her senses, she shifted her focus to sound. A loud sonic boom ripped through the air, disorienting her balance.

—ZOOM!

Her instincts screamed louder than reason. She dodged to the left, narrowly evading a strike aimed at her stomach.

A scabbard sliced through the air toward her head, but she ducked just in time. Jumping backward, she quickly conjured a silver magic circle in her hand, her crimson eyes scanning for the next move.

The masked man came to a halt, his hand rising slowly in front of himself. With a deliberate motion, he removed his mask, revealing his face.

"Hadō No. 31: Sōkatsui!" he intoned, his voice steady and commanding as the air around them turned frigid.

Two blasts erupted simultaneously, one of frozen light and the other of blue flames, colliding in a dazzling display of raw power.

Grayfia's eyes widened in shock.

Magic without a magic circle… how?

Her mind raced as she processed the implications. The enemy could wield magic, but there was no visible circle, no incantation beyond that single phrase. It was unlike anything she had seen before.

This is bad, Grayfia thought, quickly reassessing her opponents. Their speed was extraordinary, almost unnatural, so much so that even she struggled to keep up. And then there was the peculiar magic the masked one wielded— something foreign, unpredictable, and utterly dangerous.

Yet there was a catch.

—ZOOM! ZOOM! ZOOM!

The sound of rapid movement filled her ears. Grayfia narrowed her eyes, focusing on the masked man.

His movements were fast but methodical, almost as if he were testing her limits.

She sidestepped just in time, barely avoiding a strike aimed with surgical precision. If she had been even an inch slower, she would have lost an arm.

Their eyes locked.

His gaze was unnervingly cold, calculating, and devoid of hesitation— eerily similar to her own. Yet something about it unsettled her. She could sense the malice he harbored toward her soldiers, but not toward her.

Why?

The question gnawed at her as she stared into his glowing eyes, black sclera amplifying the sense of dread. The mask he wore only added to the intimidation, and the malicious aura surrounding him was suffocating.

Why wasn't he directing his hostility toward her? Why was she… different?Her thoughts shattered as he suddenly closed the distance. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and hurled her into the air with surprising force.

She spun mid-flight, immediately summoning a barrier spell as she saw him launch a concentrated blast of energy in her direction.

Time seemed to freeze around him as her spell took effect. For a moment, she felt relief, but it was fleeting.

She had underestimated the other opponent.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glint of steel.

A spear, moving at breakneck speed, was already upon her. With no time to think, she abandoned her spell and beat her wings furiously, propelling herself into the air just in time to evade the attack.

The masked man was now free from her temporal spell, and the purple-haired woman looked anything but pleased.

"Lay a hand on him, and I'll show you something worse than hell," she said softly, her voice calm, but the sheer intensity of the killing intent behind her words was suffocating.

"You didn't have to reveal our identities," the masked man said sharply, his tone carrying a mix of reproach and urgency. "We need to shift the tide of this battle without drawing unnecessary danger to ourselves." Before any further argument could arise, he vanished in a burst of light, the woman following closely behind him.

Grayfia narrowed her crimson eyes as she augmented her physical abilities to their peak. Without hesitation, she charged forward, a spell already crackling to life in her hand. The atmosphere around her grew heavy, the temperature plummeting to a deathly chill. The frost spread rapidly, freezing everything within a 400-kilometer radius. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a devastating attack aimed directly at the pair, confident that no one could survive such an onslaught.

But to her frustration, her attack was intercepted. Layers of glowing magic circles materialized around them, absorbing and withstanding the icy destruction she had unleashed. The masked man took a brief glance at the woman by his side before leaning in and whispering something to her. Though hesitant, she gave him a searching look, then disappeared in a swirl of light, teleporting away from the battlefield. Grayfia exhaled, feeling an unexpected sense of relief now that the woman was no longer present.

"So," the masked man said, his tone casual as he raised his sword in front of him, the blade gleaming ominously. "Mind chatting as we fight? I have a few questions I'd like to ask. According to Sirzechs, you're one of the commanders of the Old Satan Faction, correct?"

Grayfia's gaze hardened. "Why does that matter?" she asked coldly, her voice devoid of emotion.

Not giving him a chance to respond, she activated her time magic. The space around the masked man seemed to distort as time itself slowed to a crawl. With her blade aimed at his unprotected side, she darted forward for a precise strike. But just as she closed in, she noticed something—the faint glow of dark green energy outlining his form.

Her attack was met with an explosive burst of movement as the man broke free from her time distortion, his figure disappearing and reappearing in a split second. Her frustration deepened.

'He's no ordinary foe,' she thought grimly.

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Alright, that's all for now. I still need to get used to my new schedule, so give me a week or two. Anyways, Here you have it.

Only 5 Powerstones to go. I gotta go guys, I have a lot to do.

Happy Reading Everybody!

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