"Rumble—"
Amidst the deafening roar, the Phantom Lord Guild continued to collapse.
Walls cracked and crumbled as stones and steel beams fell from high above, riddling the ground with holes.
However—
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Whenever a giant rock struck the central area, ripples would oscillate out of thin air five ters above the ground.
"Buzz—"
The invisible barrier was like an insurmountable chasm; any falling object that hit it was instantly repelled!
A mont later, the vast Phantom Lord Guild was a field of ruins, riddled with devastation.
Only the area several ters around the center remained clean and unobstructed.
Once the dust settled, everyone's eyes simultaneously fixed on the sa spot.
At the center of the ruins, Gajeel lay motionless on the ground, his body covered in hideous red marks from fire burns.
Beside him, although Natsu was also covered in wounds and his legs were trembling, he stubbornly remained standing.
He looked down at Gajeel, a slight curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Ha... haha, I won. Now... we're even!"
In mid-air, Ron floated down.
He scanned the surrounding ss and then looked at the two bruised and battered guys.
"Tsk, you two... are you from a demolition crew?"
Ron walked up to Natsu, his tone teasing.
"You guys had a bit too much fun, didn't you? Not afraid of burying yourselves here?"
As he spoke, he reached out a finger and seemingly unintentionally poked a bruise on Natsu's arm.
"Hiss—!!!"
Natsu instantly jumped three feet high like a cat that had its tail stepped on.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow—! Ron, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Hmm, still full of energy. It seems the injuries aren't that heavy; no big deal."
Ron nodded with great satisfaction, wearing the expression of a doctor "checking on a patient."
"What kind of crazy diagnostic standard is that?!"
Natsu bared his teeth in a glare before suddenly realizing sothing. "Ron, did that big guy stop?"
"Of course!"
Ron's lips curled slightly as he stepped aside to clear the view. "Look, they're back."
Following his gaze, two beautiful figures were returning together.
Erza and Mirajane walked side by side, looking relaxed and at ease, as if they had just finished a leisurely outing.
"Huh?" Natsu scratched his ssy hair, looking bewildered. "Where's Gray?"
Ron glanced to the side—as expected of a bromance... friendship forged through fighting!
At a ti like this, the first thing he noticed was the whereabouts of his rival.
He stroked his chin, recalled the opponent Gray might have encountered, and made sothing up on the spot.
"Probably busy... falling in love?"
...
anwhile, atop the magic-guided giant.
"Achoo!!!"
Gray suddenly sneezed and rubbed his arm. "Who's talking behind my back?"
He looked down at Juvia, who had fainted with a blissful expression, and then looked up at the sky.
He let out a long sigh.
"What kind of ss is this..."
...
On the side of the Phantom Lord mbers, watching the laughing and chatting Fairy Tail mbers, their expressions were each more complex than the last.
The forced interruption of Abyss Break ant they were no longer under a life-threatening risk.
But—
That was the Iron Dragon and the Four Elents... the five strongest Wizards of their guild had actually been wiped out just like that?!
And looking at this group from Fairy Tail, why did it feel like... they won quite easily?!
This gap was just too huge!!!
"By the way, there's no noise from the old man's side. Is the fight over?"
"Forget it, I'll go take a look. Maybe I can even snag an assist."
Ron moved with the wind, quietly leaving the others.
Finally, in a dense forest far from Magnolia Town, he saw two people in a heavy atmosphere.
The mont the Abyss Break magic circle dissipated, Makarov and Jose had stopped fighting.
The forr's chest heaved, and his figure was sowhat hunched.
After all, he was old and had undergone multiple expenditures of energy; his current state was indeed a bit worse than Jose's across from him.
"Jose!"
Although Makarov was tired, his voice still held a sense of steadiness.
"The children have already stopped Abyss Break. It's ti for this conflict to end."
"You possess such magic power at a young age. If you used it for the right path, you could eventually beco a model for the younger generation, a pillar driving the developnt of the magic world..."
'It just had to be you, old man.'
In mid-air, Ron watched this scene from afar, sighing inwardly.
'Is it because it didn't end up as tragic as the original plot this ti, so his heart is still soft?'
'Unfortunately... good advice can't save a ghost determined to die. That guy opposite you might not listen!'
Sure enough.
"Makarov..."
Jose's slightly lowered head suddenly snapped up, revealing a distorted and gloomy face.
"Are you... lecturing ?"
"How laughable! Who do you think I am?!"
Boom!
Terrifying dark magic erupted from his body, condensing into countless hideous ghostly shadows behind him.
"I am the master of the kingdom's number one guild, Phantom Lord!"
"I am a Ten Wizard Saint, your equal!!"
Jose's mouth split open all the way to his ears, his eyes so sinister they were chilling.
"In terms of ruthlessness and thods, I am superior to you. And yet you... lecture ?!"
"Jose!!" Makarov's brow furrowed tightly.
"Everything is not over yet..."
"Even without Abyss Break, I can still defeat Fairy Tail."
Jose roared hysterically, his eyes filled with crazed, bloodshot veins.
"As long as I kill you... no one will be able to stop from erasing you all from the history of Fiore!!!"
Ron rolled his eyes: Oh, there is. There definitely is. How could there be no one to stop you?
Jose paused mid-sentence, his gaze subtly glancing at the sky.
"Die! Death Storm!!!"
He thrust his hands forward, and a torrent of pitch-black magic transford into a world-destroying dark storm, carrying an aura that devoured everything as it surged wildly toward Makarov.
"Stubborn and incorrigible!"
Makarov's expression turned stern, and dozens of golden magic circles instantly unfolded in front of him.
"Boom—!!!"
The collision of black and gold triggered a thunderous explosion, and a violent shockwave swept in all directions, uprooting the surrounding trees!
After a brief stalemate, the dark storm was ultimately unable to break through the defensive magic circles and was completely blocked.
The aftershocks dissipated.
Makarov's figure swayed slightly, and he was just about to speak.
Suddenly!
His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
He saw Jose transform into a streak of pitch-black light the mont the storm dissipated, but instead of rushing toward him—
He lunged straight for Ron in the air!
"Ron! Watch out!!!"
Makarov's eyes nearly split from strain as lightning surged from his palm in desperation!
"Thunder Piercer!!!"
Boom!
A thick pillar of golden lightning, like divine punishnt, tore through the sky, chasing after Jose.
Ron, however, was not panicked.
He watched the charging Jose, the light in his blue-gold eyes suddenly intensifying as a cold curve ford on his lips.
"Heh, picking on the softest target? Then you've really..."
"...hit a brick wall!"
Ron raised his hand and pointed his fingers at Jose, with red, cyan, and purple magic circles suspended in front of him.
"Stormbringer!!!"
Buzz—!
A destructive beam of light, entwined with cyan-purple wind and thunder and possessing a crimson core, blasted out with a sharp sonic boom!
In that instant, Jose felt a massive threat!
This brat... how could he have this level of magic power?!
Moreover... his gaze moved past Ron, and then his body ca to a sudden halt in mid-air as he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure the impact of the two spells!
"Pfft!"
Jose spat out a mouthful of blood, but using that massive thrust, his magic power suddenly erupted, and he shot off in the opposite direction without warning!
He was so fast that he tore a sharp white trail through the air, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Leaving behind only a venomous and unwilling roar echoing in the wind.
"Makarov!!! Ron!!!"
"I'll rember this debt!!!"
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