The arriving Natsu and others all witnessed the mont Charles sent Precht flying.
That signaled the end of the war between demons and fairies—and also marked the conclusion of the second stage of the S-Class promotion exam.
Everyone soon returned to camp, where Makarov announced the results with a relaxed expression.
But Charles could sense that sothing about Makarov's deanor had changed—his aura had beco more somber. After all, Precht wasn't just an enemy to him—he was once sothing much more aningful.
Standing atop a platform hastily assembled from wooden crates, Makarov declared, "This S-Class promotion exam has concluded. The two who have successfully passed are—Cana Alberona… and Charles Dragneel!"
Natsu stomped and pounded the ground in frustration, but the others were far less dramatic and instead turned to congratulate the two victors.
Cana's reaction was surprisingly calm. In contrast, Lucy was practically bursting with joy as she embraced her.
Becoming an S-Class mage and reuniting with her father, Gildarts—that had been Cana's obsession. But now, she had co to understand what truly mattered.
Charles stroked his chin, debating whether to go watch Cana's reunion with Gildarts. Surely Gildarts's reaction would be worth seeing.
Suddenly, Charles sensed a familiar magic presence approaching Tenrou Island. He turned his head just in ti to see a streak of yellow lightning tearing across the sky.
"That's…"
Instinctively, Charles glanced at Makarov—and sure enough, the old man's face darkened with displeasure.
Because it was dayti, no one else noticed the anomaly. Only the two of them moved quickly toward the direction the lightning had struck.
If Charles rembered correctly, Laxus had also arrived at Tenrou Island around this ti in the original tiline—he'd even helped Natsu activate his Lightning Fire Dragon Mode to defeat Precht.
Yes—there was no mistaking it. That lightning was Laxus's magic.
But to Makarov, despite how much he missed the grandson he had personally expelled from the guild, Laxus was no longer a mber and had no right to step foot on the guild's sacred ground.
The two quickly reached the beach—only to find Laxus sprawled out on the sand in a battered state. His cloak was in tatters, as if he'd been through an intense battle.
Makarov didn't even have ti to scold him. He rushed over to lift him up.
"Hey! Laxus! Hang in there!"
Charles moved in too, quickly pouring a potion down his throat.
It was Fairy Tail's version of a healing potion—Charles didn't have the Alchemy trait, but with his Mysticism, he could still produce rudintary elixirs.
Of course, their taste and effectiveness were far inferior to those brewed by the legendary Saint of the Battlefield, but they helped a little.
Maybe it was the potion, or maybe he just choked, but Laxus coughed violently and opened his eyes.
"Laxus, what happened?!" Makarov asked anxiously.
Laxus seed to recall sothing and suddenly clutched Makarov's hand tightly.
"Old man, run! No—it's too late. It's already coming!"
Makarov, who knew Laxus better than anyone, was startled. Laxus had always been fearless—this was the first ti he had ever seen him look afraid.
Charles also furrowed his brow. He had a good idea of what—or who—Laxus had encountered.
"I ran into a black dragon on the way here," Laxus said, gritting his teeth. "It was terrifying… I tried to stop it, but it didn't even acknowledge —it just swiped its claw and sent flying! And it's headed this way. We have to evacuate, now!"
Just as Charles suspected—Acnologia had co!
But in his mory, Acnologia only appeared so ti after the battle with Grimoire Heart had concluded.
Laxus, using lightning magic to travel at high speed, must've pushed himself to the limit just to arrive ahead of Acnologia. But with the speed at which that black dragon could fly… he'd be here soon.
Originally, Charles had intended for everyone to leave as quickly as possible—maybe they could avoid the confrontation.
But now, it was too late. The black dragon was coming no matter what.
Makarov, having heard about Acnologia from Gildarts before, imdiately realized how dire the situation was.
"You're right. We must evacuate at once!"
Charles sighed and looked toward the distant horizon. "No good—it's too late!"
With that, wings of fla burst from his back.
Makarov shouted, "Charles! What do you think you're doing?!"
Charles replied, "There's no ti to run. Master, go help the others prepare—I'll go take a look at what this black dragon really is! Don't worry. I won't be reckless."
Ignoring Makarov's objections, Charles soared off in the direction of the oppressive presence he had sensed.
He hadn't even seen Acnologia yet, but already he felt suffocated.
What did it feel like exactly?
It was like a black line had split the sky at the horizon—and everything beyond it was shrouded in pitch-black darkness. And that black line was moving closer.
Charles had no fear in his heart—only the image from the original story ca to mind: Igneel's body torn in half by Acnologia as he plumted from the sky.
Soon, Charles saw the massive creature flying toward him.
Black scales, eerie markings—and most of all, that overwhelming and ominous magical pressure, like the sky itself was collapsing.
Perhaps noticing Charles, Acnologia paused in midair. Those featureless eyes, devoid of expression, locked onto him.
Charles stopped as well, staring back and speaking calmly.
"Strange… I'm this close to you, and I don't feel afraid at all.
You're not going to say anything? I guess in your eyes, I'm just an insect—not even worth acknowledging. Then how about this?"
Charles's hands were suddenly clad in his Innate Armant, and Faar appeared behind him, rging into his body as flowing fla.
He activated Spirit Assimilation and Kirin Arts simultaneously. His aura exploded in intensity, shaking the ocean itself—the heat of his flas vaporized the seawater, carving a smoldering pit into the surface.
Faced with Charles's surge of power, Acnologia opened his mouth—and a fragnted voice erged.
"You are… a Dragon Slayer…"
Acnologia had once been human, so of course he could speak.
In the early part of the original story, he seed like a mindless beast—simply because there was no one worthy of conversing with him.
But now, Charles, having released his full power, was no longer sothing Acnologia could ignore.
But after saying just one sentence, Acnologia imdiately swiped with a claw.
"I never expected a conversation," Charles muttered. "But I guess we're doing this after all."
He transford into a streak of fire, evading the deadly strike and rushing straight toward Acnologia.
"I've wanted to do this for a long ti—Iron Fist of the Fire Dragon!"
Never had Charles's flas burned so hot. Never had his strength been so intense.
His fist struck Acnologia square on the head, leaving behind a fist-shaped indentation—and even pushed the massive dragon slightly to the side.
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