“Did it work?”
At the Magic Council, Nate sat in his office, watching the live broadcast of Precht in action.
White God Mode.
In the original storyline, this special state was achieved by Zeref after he absorbed Mavis’s magic power. However, Precht’s version seed slightly different.
“No white wings appeared. It’s only a partial fusion.”
Nate tapped his fingers on the desk, observing thoughtfully. A part of his consciousness entered the Deep Web. In the core region, the unique energy cluster representing Fairy Heart still retained half of its original size.
…
Above the Underworld’s Floating Island
Mard Geer, the Underworld King, stared intently at the glowing white mage. Strangely, he could not sense any magic energy from Precht. The old man standing before him appeared no different from an ordinary elder.
“Explosion Flower!”
Precht cast a downward glance, and from his staff erged a budding flower resembling a rose. The bud blossod into a vivid red bloom that shimred briefly before exploding violently.
BOOM!
The blast engulfed Precht in flas and smoke. However, a mont later, it was as if ti itself had reversed. The explosion’s force condensed into an orb held effortlessly in Precht’s hand.
“What?” Mard Geer was utterly stunned. “What was this power?”
“This is the power of gods, transcending ti and space.”
Precht closed his hand into a fist, and the condensed explosion dissipated like lting snow.
In front of this White God Mode, Mard Geer’s curses were nothing more than child’s play. At this mont, Precht even entertained the idea that he could defeat Zeref himself.
“Godly power?”
Mard Geer regained his composure and launched another attack, spreading his fingers to unleash a curse.
“White Serpent!”
A luminous white serpent ford from light burst forth, writhing violently as it surged toward Precht.
Precht calmly raised his staff and pointed at the incoming serpent.
“White Chains.”
Chains of magic erupted from the staff, entwining the serpent and coiling tightly around its body. With a resounding snap, the serpent shattered into countless fragnts. But the chains didn’t stop there. They continued their pursuit, racing toward Mard Geer.
Seeing this, Mard Geer quickly stashed the Book of E.N.D and brought his hands together.
“Absorption Curse!”
The chains veered and were drawn into the space between Mard Geer’s palms, consud by his curse.
“Absorbing magic energy, are we?” Precht chuckled softly.
Using the chains as a conduit, an overwhelming surge of magic energy poured toward Mard Geer.
One second. Five seconds…
Sweat beaded on Mard Geer’s forehead. No matter how much he absorbed, the magic energy flooding toward him seed endless—like trying to drink the ocean with a re cup.
The stalemate lasted ten seconds before Mard Geer was forced to release the accumulated energy.
BOOM!
A massive explosion engulfed the magic airship in a dazzling display. However, within monts, as if ti had reversed again, the ship began to reassemble itself.
Ulltear, standing on the ship’s deck, had just prepared to activate her Arc of Ti magic to repair the vessel but stopped when she noticed it was already restored.
“Second Master, look!” Ulltear adjusted her cara to focus on the island below. “The island is transforming.”
At the castle gates, the strike force was locked in combat with the demons of Tartaros.
“That was only one of his projections. His real body is inside the castle,” Precht remarked. He conjured a golden orb with one hand, smiling faintly.
“Let help the kids clear the way.”
Fairy Law.
With a wave of his staff, the legendary magic activated. A massive golden magic circle spread across the sky, bathing the island in divine light. In monts, the vast army of demons obstructing the strike force was wiped out in a single blow.
“Push forward!” Gray yelled, leading the charge into the castle.
Erza and Kagura fought side by side, cutting down anyone in their path.
“Kagura,” Erza said between strikes, “we need to find the Hell’s Core. That’s where the demons regenerate. We have to destroy it.”
“Understood.”
Kagura swung her sword with a blank expression, the gravity magic infused in her slash tearing through a wall with an accompanying surge of energy. Behind the wall was a stairway corridor leading directly to the Hell’s Core.
Seilah, Goddess of the Chill Moon, snapped her book shut, her eyes locking onto Erza as she spoke softly:
“We et again, Fairy Queen.”
“Seilah?” Erza’s brows furrowed. “Be careful. Her curse is command-based—she can control people.”
The two exchanged a glance, perfectly in sync.
Kagura wasted no ti. She accelerated instantly, leaping past Seilah and heading straight for the Hell’s Core.
“Stop her.”
Seilah imdiately activated her command curse, issuing a directive to Erza.
However—
Erza murmured the words for a Requip Magic, summoning the Zanpakuto, Senbonzakura, into her hand.
“Before I ca here, Mira cast a command curse on . You can’t control now.”
Mira?
Seilah’s expression twisted in frustration. That infuriating demon had stolen her ability and turned it against her.
“The Hell’s Core cannot be destroyed! Last ti, it was six against one. You won’t get that lucky again!”
Command: Self-Macro!
Seilah entered her Etherious Form, her skin darkening and her eyes glowing gold. With a flash, she moved like lightning, catching up to Kagura and reaching out to grab her from behind.
Almost simultaneously, Erza moved.
An unsheathed Senbonzakura blocked Seilah’s claws, and Erza shouted as she forced Seilah back.
“…Erza?” Kagura stopped in her tracks, her gaze silently asking if Erza needed help.
“You go. Leave her to .”
Erza nodded, keeping her focus locked on Seilah.
After being repelled, Seilah quickly steadied herself and activated her curse again—this ti targeting Kagura.
“Stop.”
Kagura froze mid-motion, unable to move.
“Your opponent is .”
Erza unsheathed Senbonzakura and softly recited the release command:
“Bankai: Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.”
In an instant, countless massive blades rose from the hallway. The blades shattered into countless petals, forming a swirling mass of sakura blossoms around the two combatants. The petals coalesced into a spherical barrier, trapping Erza and Seilah inside.
Kagura hesitated briefly, hearing Erza’s voice call out from within the sphere:
“Go destroy the Hell’s Core!”
The sound of battle erupted within the sphere. The control over Kagura’s body vanished, and without hesitation, she turned and sprinted toward the Hell’s Core.
…
Other side…
Gray kicked open a set of doors, revealing what appeared to be a bar. Behind the counter stood a familiar figure, pouring himself a drink.
“Just as I thought.”
Gray’s voice was cold as he stepped into the room, eyes locked on the man.
On the other side of the bar, Silver turned and grinned.
“Ah, if it isn’t my foolish ‘son.’”
Gray’s face contorted with anger and confusion. “Who are you?!”
Though he had initially believed this man was his father, standing before him now, Gray wasn’t so sure.
“I…” The man smirked and raised his glass. “As a demon, my na is Deliora.”
The na hit Gray like a punch to the gut.
“But that’s not all,” Silver continued, his tone turning somber. “I was once your father, Silver Fullbuster.”
Gray froze.
“Follow .” Silver gestured toward a door. “There’s sothing you must learn.”
Gray hesitated, then stepped forward, his heart heavy.
“Let teach you, my son, the ultimate magic for defeating demons—Ice Devil Slayer Magic.”
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