The Grand Magic Games had reached the final, most intense stage.
Giant screens around the arena broadcast the battles unfolding across the transformed landscape.
The King, disguised as a pumpkin-headed announcer, provided enthusiastic commentary.
"It's truly astonishing! Just ten minutes into the final round, Twilight Ogre has already been completely eliminated!
Their eliminators are Fairy Tail's Sting and Rogue! As expected of the new generation of Twin Dragons, a promising future lies ahead!
Stella is also performing admirably; Mermaid Heel has only their captain remaining! Kagura is in a precarious position, facing the main force of Quatro Cerberus. Let's see how she handles this!"
Despite the announcer's fervent narration, the audience was primarily captivated by the four-guild melee.
With a gesture, Jura unleashed a barrage of colossal stone pillars aimed squarely at Minerva and Ren, locked in aerial combat.
Minerva, seemingly unfazed, made no defensive maneuvers. Then, in the nick of time, she executed a spatial swap, instantly replacing herself with Jura, who suddenly found himself in dire straits: stone pillars hurtling from behind, Ren's fully charged air bomb bearing down from ahead.
However, Jura, as a member of the Ten Wizard Saints, possessed unparalleled magical control.
With a mere flick of his wrist, the rigid stone pillars contorted like pliable clay, forming a protective barrier against Ren's explosive assault.
Minerva frowned; mages of the Saint class were proving far more formidable than anticipated, effortlessly neutralizing any crisis.
Adding to her woes, Lyon had fixed his gaze upon her, unleashing an ice construct in the form of a massive ape whose fist hurtled toward her.
However, Minerva's spatial magic, while lacking in offensive capabilities, provided exceptional defensive prowess.
The ice ape's fist ground to a halt mid-air, stymied by the spatial barriers erected by Minerva.
But Lyon's offensive persisted, the ice ape relentlessly pounding Minerva, forcing her into a series of desperate retreats.
Unable to rely on Rufus and Orga for support, Minerva realized their situations were likely even more perilous, as they were facing the terrifying might of Drake.
"Thunderclap Barrage!"
Orga, his arm crackling with black lightning, launched a devastating punch towards Drake.
Drake raised his hand, seizing Orga's fist, the black lightning snaking its way up his arm.
Orga's face registered shock; he had never encountered anyone capable of withstanding his God Slayer magic's black lightning with such ease.
As a lost magic of the slayer family, God Slayer magic possessed a more domineering nature than Dragon Slayer magic, evidenced by the latter's inability to consume the former's power.
Orga had never faced an opponent who could so casually dismiss his attacks.
Drake's assessment, however, was… far inferior to Laxus.
Ultimately, a spell's potency was determined by the mage's inherent abilities. Had this been Laxus, Drake would have seriously considered the wisdom of such a casual interception.
Drake was about to retaliate when his body suddenly felt heavy, as a blinding light pressed down upon him.
"Memory-Make Magic: Descent of Ancient Wisdom!"
A spell combining light and gravity, this was Rufus' support.
Gray had once said that make magic was the most versatile magic; while somewhat self-serving, it was undeniably true.
With enough imagination and magic power, make magic possessed limitless potential.
Rufus' Memory-Make magic was especially versatile; he could manifest any object or magic from his memory without being restricted by elements.
He could also incorporate his own understanding or fuse different magics to create new spells; in essence, he could use one magic to create countless abilities.
The combined light and gravity magic interrupted Drake's movements.
Orga seized the opportunity to retreat, gathering black lightning in his hands and aiming at Drake.
"Thunder God's Charged Particle Cannon!"
But just as the surging black lightning was about to strike Drake, Orga was shocked to find that his target had vanished.
Instinctively, Orga became wary, fearing Drake might suddenly appear and deliver a devastating blow.
But after looking around, he saw no sign of Drake. He immediately realized what had happened, shouting: "Rufus, watch out!"
Rufus' pupils constricted, realizing that Drake's target wasn't Orga, but himself.
But at that moment, someone appeared before Drake, someone who shouldn't have been there.
Natsu appeared in Rufus' position, causing Drake to instinctively halt his punch. But a second later, that Natsu dissipated like a bubble.
Drake pursed his lips; he hadn't sensed anything unusual about that Natsu, as if Natsu had truly appeared before him.
He almost forgot; Rufus' magic could not only manifest his memories, but also manipulate his opponents' memories.
That Natsu was a manifestation of his own memory, which was why he hadn't immediately recognized it.
"You're pretty capable!" Drake said, turning to look at Rufus, who had moved to Orga's side.
Rufus felt a chill run down his spine, saying: "You're terrifyingly strong; if I could, I wouldn't want to retain such a humiliating memory."
Orga said gruffly: "Stop talking nonsense; do you want to disappoint Chairman Goldmine?"
Drake understood that they were just talking to relieve the pressure, but they were underestimating him.
"Here they come!" ×2
The two spoke simultaneously, but Drake had already teleported before them.
"Fire Dragon's Talon!"
Drake brought his leg down in a sweeping kick, shattering the ground, the scorching flames melting the earth into lava.
Orga, sent flying, compressed black lightning in his hands, forming a laser-like attack: "120mm Black Lightning Cannon!"
Drake drew his arm back like a bow, then unleashed a Fire Dragon's Iron Fist.
The laser formed from black lightning was instantly overwhelmed by the flames, transforming into black arcs dancing in the sea of fire.
"Shining Thunder Blade!"
Suddenly, a burly man wielding twin bladed axes appeared before Drake, the axe blades wreathed in crackling electricity.
The man swung his axes, slashing down at Drake, and even the sea of fire was dispersed by the resulting wind.
"Annoying!"
Drake spat out the word, ducking under the descending axe blades, and with a punch, pierced straight through the man's body.
The man himself was merely a magical construct; the flames from Drake's fist instantly vaporized him into magical particles.
Seeing that Drake was about to close in on the two, massive boulders rained down from the sky, smashing towards Drake's head.
Drake weaved and dodged several boulders, then shattered the last one with a wave of his hand.
Turning his head, he saw Jura carrying Ren, with Ivan collapsed behind him.
Blue Pegasus had been completely eliminated, and Lamia Scale had earned two points.
On the other side, Lyon and Minerva were stalemated, ending their battle for now and regrouping with Jura.
Drake exhaled slowly, looking up at the scoring screen. Thanks to the efforts of the other four, Fairy Tail's score had reached a terrifying 105 points.
The other guilds' scores had also increased somewhat, but he estimated that aside from those before him and Raven Tail hiding in the shadows, there were no more points to be had.
Drake cracked his knuckles, saying: "Then let's just end this; can't keep them waiting."
Saying this, Drake activated his Dragon Force. The others sensed the change in Drake's aura, and couldn't help but reveal expressions of shock mixed with bitterness.
"This guy… he hasn't been using his full power this whole time? What a monster!"
Minerva, who had been raised on her father's philosophy of strength, was only now witnessing the true meaning of overwhelming power.
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