The night wind howled.
Ron, Erza, Mirajane, and Gray—the four of them cut through the sky like sharp arrows, landing steadily on the magic-guided giant.
"Huh? Where's that guy Natsu?"
Gray looked around, a puzzled expression on his face. "Didn't we just say we'd wait for him? How co I don't see him anywhere?"
"He's over there, in the middle of a heated fight with the Iron Dragon."
Ron reached out and pointed toward the distance, where roars echoed from ti to ti.
Even from such a great distance, one could still feel the violent magic fluctuations emanating from that spot.
Flas soared into the sky, iron rods swung about, and two figures—one red and one black—were colliding frantically.
The corner of Gray's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"That guy... what ti does he think it is? He's still acting so recklessly."
"Just let him play over there; the four of us are enough here."
Ron withdrew his gaze, his tone nonchalant.
"Natsu is the perfect opponent for that guy who needs to vent!"
"Our target is the Elent 4 of Phantom Lord."
Having said that, Ron looked toward the magic circle, which was already two-fifths complete.
"Let's split up now. The sooner we take them out, the sooner we can eliminate the threat of the Abyss Break!"
The three of them nodded, chose their respective directions, and turned into streams of light as they dove into the interior of the magic-guided giant.
Not long after, Erza ran head-on into a man with a black-and-white hairstyle wearing a red samurai outfit.
It was none other than the fire mber of the Elent 4, Totomaru.
"So it's the Fairy woman... Nani?!"
"Clang!"
Before Totomaru could finish his sentence, Erza closed the distance and sent him staggering back several steps with a single sword strike, leaving his hand numb.
"Hey! What is wrong with you?!"
Totomaru glared exasperatedly at the woman before him, clad in armor with her scarlet hair dancing in the air.
"According to convention, shouldn't we introduce ourselves and test each other out before fighting?! Who just starts slashing at people right away like you?!"
This is simply lacking in martial virtue!!!
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!"
Her response was a sharp flash of Erza's sword. "The magic circle outside is still running; I don't have ti to listen to your nonsense!"
"Damn it! Don't look down on !"
Totomaru's anger flared as well. As he parried with his katana, he flicked his left hand, unleashing a cold blue fla.
"Fire, is it?"
Seeing this, Erza backflipped to dodge the incoming flas while simultaneously Requipping into her Fla Empress Armor.
With her Fla sword in hand, she swung it, and Totomaru found himself completely suppressed in both swordsmanship and flas.
"Damn it!"
Totomaru, having been knocked back again, cursed under his breath. Seven flas of different colors appeared around him, forming a spinning fire tornado that attacked Erza.
Erza's eyes narrowed, and her Fla sword sliced directly through the fire tornado.
"Boom!"
Totomaru was sent flying and slamd heavily into the ground.
"Your flas are too flashy. Compared to Natsu... they're nowhere near enough!!!"
anwhile, Mirajane had arrived in a hallway.
Just after she walked past, an eye suddenly opened on the floor, and a thin man wearing a gentleman's suit slowly rose from the floor.
One of the Elent 4 of Phantom Lord, Sol of the Earth.
"Hello, my na is Sol, or you can call Monsieur Sol!"
He adjusted his monocle, perford an exaggerated gentleman's bow, and looked up at Mirajane, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration.
"It's truly unbelievable..."
"According to our intelligence, Mirajane the Demon should have been unable to use magic in battle due to psychological trauma. To think you've actually recovered?!"
"That Heterochromatic Ron is truly an impressive character. No wonder our Master is so furious."
Hearing this, Mirajane's brows furrowed slightly.
"You... peeked into my mories?"
That was the only explanation for why he would know her psychological trauma had healed, and even that it was related to Ron.
"Nonono, three 'no's to express my apologies."
Sol wagged his finger, looking innocent.
"I didn't intend to peek, but when Miss Mirajane stepped on just now, I automatically read those... sad fragnts in your mories, for example..."
At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice, his tone becoming eerie and seductive.
"That poor girl nad Lisanna?"
"Boom!!!"
The mont the na Lisanna was spoken.
A terrifying magic power that made the very air freeze suddenly erupted from Mirajane's body!
"Who gave you permission... to say her na?!"
"Full Body Take Over: Satan Soul: Mirajane Deliora!!!"
The light faded.
Standing before Sol was no longer that gentle, girl-next-door sister.
Instead, it was a female demon covered in deep blue armor, with hideous bone wings growing from her back, exuding an aura of calamity!
"Th-this... what kind of monster is this?!"
Sol's expression changed instantly. The opponent's intense magical pressure and the trembling from deep within his heart left him completely unable to move.
Whoosh!
Mirajane instantly crossed the distance between them, appearing before Sol, her claw-covered fist raised high, ready to smash down!
"Wa-wait!"
Sol scread in terror, unleashing his final trump card.
The ground between them suddenly rose, turning in the blink of an eye into the likeness of a girl with short silver hair.
"Big sis..."
The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and her timid gaze caused Mirajane's descending fist to stop abruptly.
Sol, hiding behind her, saw this and felt wild joy, his eyes flashing with cunning light.
He poked half his head out from behind her and said sinisterly.
"Where is such a cute little sister now? Oh, right... she's lying in the dark, cold dirt."
"That cute little sister who died because of your carelessness and underestimation of the enemy... can you really just let it go so easily?"
Taking advantage of Mirajane's montary distraction, Sol suddenly lunged.
"Plaster Sonata!!!"
A large amount of sand and soil gathered around him, forming a giant fist that slamd toward Mirajane.
Mirajane raised her hand to grip the incoming giant fist and spoke slowly.
"If it were the old , perhaps I really would have been shaken by you..."
"But, since you peeked into my mories, to think you'd use such a stupid and despicable thod."
Hearing this, Sol thought of the snippet of mory he had just peeked at.
[Mira, the dead are gone, and the living must go on. Death is not the end of life; forgetting is. As long as you rember that smile, she will live on in your heart forever... Yes, she is still alive!]
[mories are not a curse, but the strength we share! Kind Lisanna would never want to see her older brother and sister trapped in the quagmire of the past forever!]
Sol's expression changed imdiately, as if he realized he had done sothing stupid.
Before he could speak, he saw Mirajane exert a little force, and the giant fist made of sand and soil was shattered.
The next second, she threw a heavy punch, slamming it hard and heavy into Sol's terrified face!
"Pfft—!"
Sol's entire face caved in instantly, and blood mixed with teeth sprayed out wildly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Grabbing Sol by the neck, Mirajane punched him again and again without emotion, beating him half to death.
Seeing the pink soul drifting out, Mirajane reached out with her claws, grabbed it, and roughly shoved it back into Sol's body.
"No... no... stop hitting ! Stop hitting !"
Beaten black and blue, unrecognizable as a human, Sol looked in terror at the true demon before him and babbled.
"At least... at least let pass out first!!!"
Mirajane granted his final wish, bringing her fist straight down with a heavy blow.
"Boom—!!!"
The ground shook violently, and with the two of them as the center, the floor within a radius of several dozen ters instantly shattered and collapsed.
Sol didn't even make a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely.
With Totomaru and Sol defeated one after the other, the magic-guided giant's movents beca stiff, its massive arms appearing as if they had rusted, and the engraving speed plumted!
After dealing with Sol, Mirajane also dispelled her Take Over state, returning to her original, gentle appearance.
She ca to a broken window and looked out at the white line on the horizon, signaling the coming dawn.
Her silver hair and dark red dress swayed in the wind, and Mirajane whispered softly.
"Lisanna..."
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