The week passed in a steady rhythm.

  Night after night, I repeated the same process.

  Prepare the structure.

  Project the singularity.

  Teleport.

  Endure the pain while my soul repaired itself.

  The tearing sensation never weakened. Each time the singularity pierced the boundary of my soul, the pain arrived just as violently as before.

  The only difference was that I had learned to endure it.

  I no longer collapsed after each teleport. My legs remained steady while the damage mended itself, my breathing slow and controlled until the storm inside my soul subsided.

  By the end of the week, the process had become routine.

  Teleport.

  Endure.

  Recover.

  Repeat.

  And then the day finally arrived.

  Raine's coming-of-age ceremony.

  A carriage was already waiting outside the mansion that morning. Several attendants accompanied the journey, along with a small group of guards assigned to escort us.

  The ride to the city’s teleportation gate did not take long.

  The carriage stopped before a large stone structure where the portal stood.

  At its center was a massive circular gate of carved stone, tall enough for several people to walk through side by side. Runes were etched along its surface, and within the circular frame the air itself appeared strangely distorted—like looking through a thin veil separating two places.

  Our group stepped down from the carriage while the attendants unloaded the luggage.

  Nobles rarely lingered long at teleportation gates.

  We simply walked forward.

  Passing through the circular frame felt almost ordinary. One step carried us across the threshold…

  And the world changed.

  Cold air struck my face the moment I emerged on the other side.

  Snow covered the ground beyond the northern gate, and the wind carried the sharp bite of winter.

  Aquilon territory.

  Another carriage was already waiting nearby for arriving guests. The attendants quickly transferred the luggage while the guards reformed their escort.

  Within minutes, we were moving again—this time toward the estate of House Aquilon.

  The carriage ride from the portal did not take long.

  Soon the estate of House Aquilon came into view.

  Their mansion stood upon a gentle rise overlooking the surrounding snowfields. Tall walls of pale stone reflected the winter light, and banners bearing the Aquilon crest fluttered in the cold wind.

  The entire estate had been decorated for the ceremony.

  Blue and silver banners hung from the balconies, their colors representing water and ice. Frost-carved lanterns lined the pathways leading toward the main entrance, glowing softly despite the daylight.

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  Carriages from various noble houses were already arriving one after another.

  Clearly, we were not the only guests.

  Our attendants spoke briefly with the household staff before we were guided inside.

  The interior of the mansion was just as lively. Servants moved quickly through the corridors while guests in formal attire gathered in small groups, their voices echoing softly through the marble halls.

  We were soon led toward the celebration hall.

  The doors opened.

  At the center of the hall stood the highlight of the ceremony.

  The monster Raine had hunted.

  It had been mounted upon a reinforced display platform, its massive body preserved for the occasion.

  The creature resembled a wolf, but far larger than any natural beast. Thick white fur covered its body, and jagged ice-like protrusions grew along its spine and shoulders. Even in death, its fangs remained bared in a frozen snarl.

  An Icefang Direwolf.

  A predator known to roam the frozen wastes beyond the northern frontier.

  Judging by its size… it had been a fully mature specimen.

  Not an easy hunt.

  As I observed the display, a few familiar figures caught my attention among the gathered guests.

  Aria stood near one of the tall windows, speaking calmly with a pair of young nobles.

  Kyle was closer to the center of the hall, studying the mounted monster with open interest.

  It didn’t take long for him to notice me.

  His expression brightened slightly before he walked over.

  “You made it,” Kyle said casually, stopping beside me. His gaze briefly shifted back toward the monster. “Quite a trophy, isn’t it?”

  I nodded. “A mature Icefang Direwolf. Not an easy hunt.”

  Kyle let out a low whistle.

  “Reina’s gotten stronger.”

  “Clearly.”

  Our conversation had barely begun when another familiar voice joined us.

  “You two are already analyzing it?”

  Aria approached with her usual composed steps, her eyes briefly sweeping over the displayed monster before settling on us.

  “Some things never change.”

  Kyle chuckled lightly.

  “What? You’re telling me you weren’t curious too?” he said, gesturing toward the mounted monster.

  Aria stepped closer, her gaze calmly examining the creature from head to tail. Unlike Kyle, she didn’t look impressed so much as thoughtful.

  “A mature Icefang Direwolf,” she said after a moment.

  Kyle nodded. “Those things usually roam the frozen wastes beyond the border. Even veteran hunters avoid them unless they have a group.”

  Aria shook her head slightly.

  “This one didn’t come from the wastes during a hunt,” she said.

  Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  “It slipped through the northern border several days ago,” Aria continued calmly. “House Aquilon’s patrols tracked it after reports from nearby settlements.”

  Her eyes shifted toward the massive beast on display.

  “Raine was the one who hunted it down.”

  Kyle gave a low whistle.

  “So it wasn’t just ceremonial prey,” he said. “It was an actual threat.”

  Aria nodded once.

  “Exactly.”

  Kyle glanced back at the monster, then smirked faintly.

  “Not bad for a birthday present.”

  The conversation drifted naturally after that.

  Kyle made a few more remarks about the hunt, occasionally exaggerating the difficulty as usual, while Aria corrected him with quiet precision whenever he strayed too far from reality.

  Servants soon began circulating through the hall carrying trays of drinks.

  Kyle took one without hesitation.

  “Might as well enjoy the celebration,” he said with a grin.

  Aria accepted a glass as well, though she held it more out of courtesy than enthusiasm. I took one myself, letting my gaze wander across the hall as the gathering gradually grew larger.

  More nobles continued to arrive, their conversations filling the hall with a low constant murmur.

  It didn’t take long before the atmosphere subtly shifted.

  A small stir spread through the guests near the entrance.

  The reason became clear a moment later.

  Princess Iris had arrived.

  Conversations quieted as many of the guests bowed their heads slightly in greeting. The princess acknowledged them with composed grace as she entered the hall, accompanied by her attendants.

  It seemed nearly everyone had arrived now.

  Servants soon began guiding the guests toward their seats.

  Kyle drained the rest of his drink before setting the glass aside.

  “Showtime,” he muttered quietly.

  We took our seats as the hall gradually settled into silence.

  A moment later, Duke Aquilon stepped forward to the front of the hall.

  His presence alone was enough to command attention. The murmurs faded almost immediately as all eyes turned toward him.

  “Honored guests,” the duke began, his deep voice carrying easily across the hall. “Thank you all for attending today.”

  He spoke briefly, offering greetings to the gathered nobles and expressing gratitude for their presence at this important moment for his house.

  Then he stepped slightly aside.

  The doors behind him opened.

  Raine entered the hall.

  For a moment, the room seemed to pause.

  Her long white hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, its color almost blending with the winter light filtering through the tall windows. In contrast, her eyes shone a clear, striking blue—like the surface of a frozen lake beneath a clear sky.

  She wore a formal dress in the colors of House Aquilon, deep blue layered with pale silver embroidery that resembled frost spreading across fabric.

  It was elegant, yet restrained—fitting for the daughter of House Aquilon, guardians of the northern frontier.

  The dress moved gracefully as she walked forward, the silver threads catching the light with each step.

  Despite the formal attire, there was still a certain sharpness in her posture—a quiet confidence that suggested the warrior beneath the ceremony.

  After all…

  She had personally hunted the monster displayed at the center of the hall.

  ? Overpowers: Magical Girl Crossover [Grimlight Progression Urban Fantasy/Genre based Power System] ?

  by Moawar

  He, Life, had a simple job.

  His responsibility as an Overpower was to make sure that fiction stories and the characters in them follow their dictated path. He always did his job well enough, not more or less than was needed.

  His latest assignment, however, would, in retrospect, prove to be his most challenging one of all.

  He would find himself in a unfamiliar world. There he'll have to quickly adapt to guide Nozomi.

  The strongest magical girl with the potential to accidentally destroy those she seeks to protect in her fight against evil.

  What to Expect:

  -If you like the psychological aspects of Madoka Magica and the mixing of different genres a crossover story brings then this story is for you