The Celestial Brush: Rebirth of the Eternal Arbiter

The Guardian Council's chamber was silent, save for the hum of the Loom's threads above. The gathered Guardians—some as ancient as the Loom itself—watched Neralyth with wary eyes. She could feel their judgment pressing down on her, the weight of her proposition threatening to crush her resolve.

"We cannot ignore the tears any longer," she said, her voice steady. "The Loom is connected to something far greater than we understood. These other realms—Earthland, the DC multiverse—they are merging with ours. And if we fail to act, the Loom will collapse."

An elder Guardian leaned forward, his crimson feathers shifting as he narrowed his gold-flecked eyes. "You speak of merging realms, Neralyth, but these other worlds are not of our design. We are Guardians of the Loom, not saviors of universes beyond it."

"The Loom is not separate from them anymore," she countered. "The tears have made that clear. The threads are no longer bound to one existence—they're binding everything together."

Chorath stepped forward, his silver wings casting a shimmering glow across the chamber. "We've already seen the effects of these tears. Beings from other universes are slipping through. Doomsday was only the beginning. If we do nothing, more will come."

A ripple of murmurs passed through the chamber, and the eldest Guardian, Veqoros, raised his hand to silence them. His voice was like the grinding of ancient stone. "And what do you propose, Neralyth? That we abandon the Loom and venture into these alien realms? That we entangle ourselves in their conflicts?"

Neralyth took a deep breath. "Not abandon. Adapt. We need to understand these worlds, their magic, their rules. If we can weave their threads into the Loom without breaking it, we can stabilize everything."

The Call of Earthland

Later, as the council deliberated, Neralyth stood at the edge of the Loom's chamber, her gaze fixed on a thread that pulsed with a familiar light. Earthland. She reached out, brushing her fingers against it, and the visions returned.

She saw the Fairy Tail guild—a rowdy, chaotic family of mages bound by unshakable loyalty. Natsu Dragneel, his flames burning with unrelenting determination. Erza Scarlet, a warrior of unmatched strength and resolve. Gray Fullbuster, icy and fierce, yet with a heart of warmth. And Lucy Heartfilia, whose celestial magic held a bond stronger than any thread.

Their world was one of constant struggle, but also one of hope. The Lacrima embedded in her arm thrummed, resonating with their magic. She could feel their power coursing through her, a reminder of what was at stake.

"Earthland," she whispered. "They've faced threats like this before. Maybe they can help us."

The Arrival of Titans

Before she could dwell further on Earthland, the Loom trembled violently. Chorath appeared beside her, his expression tense. "Another tear. It's massive."

They hurried to the Nexus, where the threads of the Loom were unraveling at an alarming rate. The tear glowed with a dark, ominous energy, and Neralyth recognized the source immediately.

"This isn't Earthland," she said. "This is... DC."

As if in response to her realization, the tear widened, and two figures stepped through. The first was cloaked in shadow, his silhouette imposing and familiar. Batman. The second was a woman clad in gleaming armor, her lasso glowing with golden light. Wonder Woman.

They stopped, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar landscape of the Nexus. Batman's gaze was sharp and calculating, while Wonder Woman's was cautious but resolute. They were not here by accident.

"Where are we?" Batman demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Neralyth stepped forward, her form shimmering as she approached. "You've crossed into the Loom. This is the heart of all threads, all realities."

Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed. "You're the one holding this realm together?"

"I'm a Guardian," Neralyth said. "And right now, your presence here is tearing it apart."

Before they could respond, the tear behind them expanded again, and a monstrous figure emerged—a hulking, grotesque creature with glowing red eyes and spiked armor. Darkseid.

The air grew heavy as Darkseid stepped forward, his voice echoing like thunder. "This realm will fall, as all others have. The Loom cannot contain me."

Neralyth's heart pounded as she felt the overwhelming pressure of his presence. The Lacrima in her arm flared, and the threads of Earthland's magic surged to the forefront of her mind.

"Not while I stand," she said, summoning her power. Flames erupted around her, a combination of Natsu's Dragon Slayer magic and her own Guardian energy. The Nexus itself seemed to respond, threads of light weaving around her as she prepared for the battle ahead.

The Battle for the Loom

Darkseid charged, his Omega Beams slicing through the air. Neralyth leaped, her wings unfurling as she countered with a burst of lightning and fire. The clash sent shockwaves through the Nexus, threatening to destabilize the threads.

Batman and Wonder Woman joined the fight, their movements precise and coordinated. Batman used his gadgets to distract and disorient, while Wonder Woman's strength and skill matched Darkseid blow for blow.

But Darkseid was relentless. His power dwarfed anything Neralyth had faced before. Even with the magic of Fairy Tail and the help of DC's mightiest heroes, she could feel herself being pushed to her limits.

Then, as the battle raged, she felt it—a thread from the Loom glowing brighter than the rest. She reached out, and a voice echoed in her mind.

"Use it," the voice said. It was faint, but unmistakable. Lucy Heartfilia.

Neralyth focused on the thread, pulling it into herself. The Lacrima responded, and suddenly she was surrounded by celestial spirits. Aquarius, Taurus, Virgo—they appeared in flashes of light, their power amplifying hers.

With their help, she unleashed a final attack, combining celestial magic with the Dragon Slayer energy of Earthland and the raw power of the Loom. The explosion of light engulfed Darkseid, forcing him back into the tear.

As the tear closed, the Nexus stabilized. Neralyth collapsed to her knees, exhausted but victorious.

A Fragile Peace

When she looked up, Batman and Wonder Woman were standing over her. Batman's expression was unreadable, but Wonder Woman offered her a hand.

"You fought well," she said.

Neralyth took her hand and stood. "This isn't over. The tears will keep coming."

Batman nodded. "Then we'll need to work together."

She looked at the threads of the Loom, now glowing faintly with the magic of Earthland and the strength of DC's heroes. The worlds were colliding, their destinies intertwined. And Neralyth knew her role was only just beginning.

To Be Continued...