Lucy's hair looked completely disheveled. The pristine, white attire that he had been so proud of had now quickly turned bloody red.
It was at this point that even the four robed Mystic Masters looked at Lucy and urged him to stop.
"There is no need for this anymore, Lucy."
"The boy has proven himself capable."
"He can use Unity! That is way more valuable for the return of magic than anything else."
"Let us surrender."
Lucy looked back at them all. "Surrender? And do what? You all don't seem to remember that me surrendering means that I have to step down as a Mystic Master!"
That was the contract between him and Michael.
"That cannot happen!" Lucy continued. "And I can already see that he has convinced you all. Therefore, I have to do everything myself."
It was at this point that Lucy raised his hand, conjuring a white Key from his hands.
And after seeing this, the four Mystic Masters's eyes widened.
"How… How did you get that?!"
