Guild Wars

Less than two weeks, and I was back on the infirmary.

Excelsior.

To say that I was confused would be an understatement, the last I remember after I ended up the ritual that saved Ur, was a younger version of Ur that stabbed me near the heart, with a magic sword of some kind.

She missed the heart, but it still hurt like hell. She only managed to stab me once before Lucy and Hati managed to repel her. When Natsu appeared, she vanished, perhaps teleported to whenever she has come from. Her appearance was something that frustrated me. I did not know that Ur had sisters or any other close familiars, the only family that she had was her daughter, and she died in a magical lab.

I had my suspicions about the lab but I saw the tomb.

Perhaps, I should have dug deeper, literally, in the case of the tomb, and see if the records of the Magical Lab were as clean as they look. Considering the rampant corruption that the bureaucrats of the Magic Council suffer from, I should have known better than that, it was way too clean and simple to be the truth.

Another one to chalk in the "screw up" column of my list. I have to be way more cautious, that column is starting to grow bigger than I was comfortable with. I had some positive marks to compensate nonetheless, among them, how I managed to recover Ur remains and kept her soul intact. Now, I only need to get into my home, and a couple of days, to prepare the ritual that would bring Ur back.

Doing some quick math, if nothing goes wrong, in about nine months; just like a pregnancy; Ur body will be turned back from ice to the flesh. With her soul intact, she would be exactly as she was when the [Ice Shell] was cast. I can´t raise the dead, that is something that I prefer not to touch with a ten-foot pole, but Ur was not dead, just transfigured in ice, what I had to do was to keep her soul inside the ice that was her body and transmute it back into the flesh that originally was.

The entire thing was a very expensive, and complex, alchemist ritual, along with enough runes to prevent any possible failures during the process. I already had the components in my home, I only had to add some extra ingredients to the alchemical mix, and engrave the runes. I will leave a couple of magically charged lacryma fueling the ritual. Charged for a year, just in case. Magical power was never a problem for me, I had it in spades, my entire body was a magical power battery.

The real problem was that I was tiptoeing around the borders of the dark arts here. I was manipulating souls, and that was a big no in the eyes of the Magical Council. All magic that dealt with death, or souls, was carefully regulated, although, I also knew of the corruption of the Magical council and how paperwork tends to disappear, or be conveniently misplaced.

The clearest case that I know, was Bickslow.

The lad was part of Laxus´ Thunder God Tribe, and for what I know he used [Seith Magic]. That magic works on souls, human souls. How the lad is not being questioned left, right and center as soon as he enters into the line of sight of a Rune Knight is something that I always wanted to speak with Laxus about. Unfortunately, Laxus and I burn all bridges with my stunt for the S-class job of the war on Iceberg.

Another "screw up" mark.

Laxus was completely different when he was younger, the lad was a very nice guy, helping the other kids in the Guild and in general being a polite young man. However, after that fucker of his father, Ivan, was expelled from the Guild, Laxus turned to the worst. The anger and resentments that Laxus felt against his grandpa were deep and completely stupid, but it festered, and from then on, tainted all his relationship with the Guild.

Laxus treated every one of the Guild as if they were inferior, that only strong people were worthy of joining Fairy Tail, and once he became the next Guild master, he will expel all weaklings, and will only allow strong people to join. It was childish and delusional, but it was what Laxus believed at heart and that has been poisoning his mind for years.

There was another uprising Guild that was spouting similar non-sense, Sabertooth, a Guild that only accepted strong people under their banner. Heck, Phantom Lord tended to act like that until Makarov tore Porla a new one during a Guild Master meeting. Old man Makarov was one of the Ten Wizard Saints for something, only the four tops of the Ten Wizard Saints could face Makarov and win.

On a lesser note, I was curious about that sod that called himself God Serena. Rumors said that he was quirky as hell, but that his powers were the real thing. I was a God Slayer, so maybe in the future, I will have to put down another god. Pretty sure that it will be a battle for the ages.

I was lucky to be alive, so much I knew. The stab has failed the heart by the minimum, due to the interference of Lucy and the wolves. I own them big time. Given the fact that I was unconscious, I lacked any knowledge about how have I ended up in the infirmary of Porlyusica, but I can bet that my guildmates and my pack brought me here.

True enough, the entire debacle in Galuna island has ended up profitably for me, but at the same time, it has opened up some questions that I knew I should have look for way sooner. How went the old saying?. Trust half of you see, and nothing that you ear. When I discovered the final fate of the children of Ur, I was devastated, and perhaps because of my emotional state, I did not dig up as much as I should have.

That was a problem for another day, right now, healing myself was more important, and after the entire debacle, a good night of rest in the infirmary sounds about right. I do respect Porlyusica a lot, but I know myself better than anyone, and I knew that with enough ice, I will be fine and dandy in no time. Let my Devil Slayer powers loose for a bit and my injuries will start to heal even faster.

The secondary effect of madness was something that worried me, but I had a godseed inside of me, as well as my own experiences as Campione, and that allowed me to have a lot more mental resistance than the average Slayer in Fiore. Sure enough, the mixture of powers could become an explosive mix, and in Iceberg, I dropped the book on both of them, letting them be clear that I was the one in charge, and that I will not allow shenanigans of any sort under my watch.

Now that I give them a second thought, they are not all that different from [Authorities], it is needed time, experience, and a lot of luck and willpower to finally master any of them. In the case of my Slayer magic, it was mine against the Devil and God Slayer instincts and raw magic running through my system. It was a very difficult battle, but I am quite confident in my possibilities.

Anyhow, I found myself resting at Porlyusica's infirmary, with a big bandage hugging my torso. I was alone in the infirmary, but I felt the thug of my wolves in a second. They must have felt my return to consciousness and they answered back. They did not return to the rings, so there was nothing to worry about, they just nudged back, informing that everything was okay, and most likely, they will tell whoever they are with about my awakening.

Soon I will have visits, I hope, although, I am of half a mind of running before my girlfriend put her swords on me. Erza is very vocal about what she disapproves and after what happened on Galuna island, I can guess that she is not happy with me. With a bit of luck, Lucy and Natsu will inform her about the shit that was going on the island, and she will allow me to explain myself about how on earth did I ended up battered black and blue and with an unknown; although I suspect she is related to Ur; woman stabbing me in the heart.

Quickly checking my storage, I felt relief when I felt the black chunk of ice. The condensed soul, magic, and flesh of Ur. I need nine months, and a shit ton of magic and regents that I had at my home, to start the ritual that will bring Ur back. Ur was mine and Leon's adoptive mother, she took care of us and Gray botched it up royally. Gray paid with his life, and I become one with my alternate self, so, I carried the deep emotions we have for the Ice master of Iceberg.

Sometimes is incredibly confusing to be me.

After what transpired in Galuna, I think that I am going to take it slow for some time, relax, enjoy dates with Erza, chill out with the gang at the Guild, pick some totally-NOT S-class jobs, bloody hell, maybe even accompany Mira again to one of her photo sessions. Just easy-peasy missions.

At the second that I finished that thought, a shiver crawled my entire spine, and I knew that I have just invoked the wrath of Murphy, and that something fucked up is going to happen very soon. And that I will be in the middle of the shitstorm, and that I will be back at the infirmary by the end of it. I really should start investing in renovating my home for an infirmary, considering the time that I pass here lately. Passing so much time on an infirmary, was a clear signal that I was not good enough, that I was far from the peaks that I reached as a Campione. I aimed to the top and I was way far from it.

According to the vox populi, the Ten Wizard Saints are the top wizards of Fiore, chief among them, the so-called God Serena. Rumors spoke of the oddities of the man, that he searched for dragons constantly to best them, and become the true god of dragons. Arcnologia will have something to say about that, but the dragon of apocalypse has been oddly quiet about the asshole that has been gallivanting around killing Dragons for quite some time.

I am aware of the existence of the Dragon of the Apocalypse, the Dragon that killed other dragons and devoured their powers. In my training in the temple of Ymir in Iceberg, some tomes spoke about the origins of the Dragon Slayers, and the wizards and mages that created such arts and why. It was a tragic tale, and I have not shared it with Natsu, yet, because he would not care about it. Natsu only cared about finding his adoptive father and that's it. In the future, I will guide him into the tale of the Slayers, and about the seed that he had inside, and by all accounts, should have bloomed.

Why Arcnologia started his rampage is irrelevant, Natsu wanted his father back and that's it, and that was something that I did not know. I knew about how the Dragons taught their magic to humans, and how dragon magic ended up turning some of them into dragons, but the how, why, and whom, was out of my knowledge.

My Slayer magic shared traits with the Dragon Slayers, I carried a godly seed in the form of a Lacryma and I inherited the Ice Devil Slayer magic from my father after I destroyed his undead body. It was one of the worst days of my life, knowing that my father was used as a puppet by a Devil of Zereff and become the Ice Devil Slayer. It was something that only cemented my hate for the Books of Zereff, and Zereff himself.

The mad lad was called the greatest dark wizard ever, but for what I found during my research about him and his actions, I only see an idiot blundering his way around a curse. First of all, if a freaking god curses you, go for the opposite god and see if the god can free you of your curse, instead of mopping around and creating monsters that have been terrorizing the world for millennia.

God Slaying magic exists for fuck's sake, Devil Slayer as well, exorcism, alchemy, I can name at the top of my hat three methods to found a loophole in the bloody curse, and I am not a clever person. I am not an intelligent person, I have more experience than the rest because of my two lives, but Levy, for example, is way more intelligent than I am. If I can think of three loopholes in the curse, so can the bloody brightest wizard in centuries.

Still, Galuna Island was nothing but the consequences of the creation of a monster like Deliora. Deliora was a demon of Zereff, one of his creations, the accursed books, to be specific. The magic that festers on the negative emotions, and that granted sentience to spells. For example, what could happen if you bound a living, sentient, fireball that was feed by negative emotions like rage, anger, despair, sadness, and fear?.

The real question would be, who is stupid enough to create such a monstrosity?. Zereff did, although, I do not know why. He could even start to believe those things were useful for something. Also, as Tombos discovered in Iceberg, Curse magic does not work without Ethernano, bloody hell, it was common sense. Ethernano is the gasoline, without it, magic does not work. Even if the curses are more dependent on dark emotions, they still need Ethernano. If the Ethernano is out, magic is out, simple as that.

Because of the last string of battles that I had, had forced me to push my limits, I felt the need to slow down a little. It has been an eventful month, so much I can say. However, I knew that I have summoned Murphy and that the man will be delighted to show me the error of my ways.

Still, I leaned back on the comfortable bed, and I sighed, enjoying the rest for what it was.

I closed my eyes and decided to return to sleep, my body will take care of the damages. I had nothing urgent to do, after all. Ur's revival could wait a couple of days, it will take nine months nonetheless, and I was sure that soon I will be receiving visitors.

Technically speaking, Natsu did something pretty stupid taking an S-class mission like that. Powerful as he is, Natsu is not prepared for the S-class missions for the simple reasons that Natsu resolves everything by brute force, and had the subtly of a rampaging rhino in a China shop. I like him like a brother, but the lad is annoying ninety percent of the time. Still, the Guild needs him, Natsu is the heart and the soul of the Guild.

Perhaps not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but Natsu's instincts are top-notch, and that allows him to survive situations that other would have not. It was like a grown-up child, resolving everything by strength, just as his dragon father taught him. I can hardly blame Natsu for having an unusual upbringing. Most of the Guild have similarly shitty childhoods, we are a bunch of misfits, after all, that's why Fairy tail was so united.

Taking an S-class mission is something that even the S-class mages of Fairy Tail did after considering carefully what does the mission entails. In the S-class missions, it's not only a matter of strength, it also a matter of willpower and cunning. The odds of dying in an S-class are pretty big, just a tiny mistake and you will fail the mission, possibly losing your life.

Among the Team Natsu, Erza was S-class, but she never took any of us to an S-class. Erza and I have already spoken about going together in an S-class, Erza knew that I was S-class material since almost three years ago, and only pure bad luck has prevented me from reaching such a status. Not to mention that Erza would be delighted to have me around during her missions.

As part of Team Natsu, I have taken a more rearguard, support, mission, mostly to compensate for Lucy's lack of battle experience and Natsu recklessness. Erza and I fighting together would be a pair of juggernauts that would cleave their path through any opposition, but that was something that I could not guarantee until we go together into an S-class. Something that I was eager to do. Erza and I were a couple now, and as mages, we do mage things together.

Speaking of which, we should talk about her moving in with me. Sure enough, she loved her rooms; plural, as she needed a lot for her weapons and armors; at Fairy Hills, but I have already drawn the sketches for an entire wing of my home for her diverse armory. I wanted her to move on with me, but at the same time, I knew that someone has seriously hurt Erza in the past and her armor is not only for her body but for her heart as well.

Do I want to have the healthiest sex life possible with Erza?. A woman that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?. Absolutely. I had a good sex life before her, Cana, Miku, and several others can attest to that, but I loved Erza, I always have been attracted to her, and now we have started a relationship that I wanted to make it work. On a side note, I am scared of what Cana could have told Erza about me and how Erza is going to react to that.

When two of the women on your life conspire together, run, fool, run.

Sleep came easily to me, however, I swear that I had just close my eyes before I sent a sudden rush of magic when Skoll and Hati returned to the rings. It was a bit different from the usual return of the wolves. Whenever they return, I felt the magic rush into the rings and the presence of the wolves, but I also felt if they are wounded or not. Right now the wolves are back at the rings, but I can felt how they are severely wounded.

"Skoll, Hati", I called immediately to the wolves, worried sick about them and what could have wounded them like that.

"Alpha", both wolves answered, but I felt their distress and pain. "Phantom Lord has attacked us, they hurt a pack of the Guild, and somehow had managed to hurt Makarov, they are attacking the Guild Hall right now, they have kidnapped Beta mate-Lucy and have hurt Alpha mate-Erza, they have a walking house cannon of sorts".

Uh.

How curious.

I was not angry, I was not enraged by the actions of Phantom Lord.

Nay.

I WAS FUCKING LIVID!.

That's it.

I have been patient, I have played the political game, just like Makarov asked me to do, but this was the last straw. If they wanted a war, by all means, I am going to give them a bloody war that they are never going to forget. The survivors, that's it. In the war, there are always casualties and I am not going to pull punches at all, if any of the cretins of Phantom Lord wanted to stand in the way of a blizzard capable of shattering mountains then it was their problem.

The ink-like curse of the Devil Slayer grew over my body, along with the supernatural coldness of the God Slayer magic running through my veins. Who would have thought, we have found something in common, whoever hurts what belong to us, will pay in blood.

With a black hand, I ripped the bandages that covered my torso and step out of the comfortable bed. My injuries bleed again, but a sudden film of permafrost covered them, and they closed quickly under the steaming black energies of the God Slayer. A layer of frost covered the room, surrounding me in a blackish frost and cold mist.

Quickly picking up some pants and boots from my [Re-Equip], I made a quick analysis of my magic. I was not at one hundred percent, but it was more than enough to smack some cretins back to the hole they crawl from. The only worry that I have, was that fool of Porla, but I had something special for him, something that I have not used yet, but I felt that this was the perfect occasion for its debut.

The wolves nudged our connection, they were wounded, but with my magic erupting around me in cold, freezing, waves that froze the furniture and walls of the infirmary, they started to recover pretty quickly. Soon they will be perfectly fine and ready to join me in battle. Whatever has hurt them, must be very potent stuff, mystical creatures like them are very resilient, some serious magical power is needed to take them down.

Submerged in a wave of cold anger, I walked down the stairs of the infirmary, there, I suddenly realized that there was another occupant on the first floor. Seeing Makarov in the bed, looking worm and fragile, looking as if each one of his long years of life had decided to hit him at the same time almost broke my heart. I respected the old man a lot, he gave an idiot with a big chip on his shoulder like me a chance to be part of his family, his guild.

Oh, someone was going to pay, I was sure of that, but now, I will have to deliver an extra one for Makarov.

Leaning on the edge of the door, creating a thick layer of black permafrost on the wood; and don't giving a shit about the damages to Porlyusica home; I watched the prostrated form of Makarov. Someone, or something, has ripped all his magic out of him, in his old age, Makarov vitality was pretty dependent on his magic giving him the extra boost that he needed to carry on the day. It would be like ripping the lungs of a runner at the end of a marathon.

My desire to hurt the ones behind this only grow another notch, of course, they are all dead men walking by the moment that I knew that someone has hurt Erza and kidnapped Lucy. A line has been crossed and it was time to deliver a message.

Soft guild?. Weak?. Aye, sure, time to demonstrate why Fairy Tail was the number one in Fiore.

After exiting the house, I found Porlyusica talking to Mystogun, the man was chewing on an apple as he tried to dodge the broom of the healer. It was a funny sight. Floating around them, several brochures and flags of Phantom Lord danced on the wind, Mystogun seemed to have been busy, cleaning up all the branch guilds of Phantom Lord.

The mysterious lad was an S-class after all, but even so, it was quite the impressive feat. Phantom Lord had around twenty to thirty Guild sized branches all over Fiore. Mystogun has been busy during time that I have been out of commission.

"Nicely done, Mystogun", I chuckled at the antics of the two wizards. "So, I take that we are at war with Phantom Lord?".

"Hn", grunted Mystogun with a nod.

"You should be resting", protested Porlyusica. "Your heart was pierced, it is a bloody miracle that you are alive".

"Just a scratch", I shrugged. That grind the gears of Porlyusica that proceed to beat me with his broom. I did not even notice the impacts.

"Are you going to join the battle?", I asked Mystogun as I started to dodge the broom strikes of Fairy Tail's medic. "Something tells me that we are not precisely at our top strength".

"I can't". The deaf tone of Mystogun did not fool me at all. What reason Mystogun could have to sit this one out?. I have no idea, but that did not sit well with me.

"Why?". I caught the broom of Porlyusica with my hand and stare at Mystogun. The ice in my voice made the surrounding temperature drop several degrees.

Porlyusica was an old lady that has seen a lot of shit, but even with all her experience, she knew that I was a sleeping tiger, and it was better to Not provoke the sleeping tiger. What Mystogan has said, the implications that he was not going to join the rest of our Guild against the bloody attack of Phantom Lord, was the equivalent of poking said tiger with a pointy stick.

"I can't", repeated Mystogun with a lot more distress in his usual neuter tone voice. "I can not join the battle, and I have to transfer Makarov's magic back to him to safe his life".

Letting the broom of Porlyusica go, the old woman huffed and hugged her broom back, raising an eyebrow at the black frost that tingled the item, I stared at Mystogun that kept my glare. There was something that I do not know about why Mystogun was so adamant in keeping his identity under wraps. In other circumstances, I would have not meddled in his business, but right now, our Guild was under the attack of another Guild, and with Makarov like that, that fucker of Porla had free reign to act without anyone able to counter him.

Mystogun was the only S-class nearby; apart from Erza, who has been wounded by the walking cannon Skoll and Hati had told me about; that had a chance to, at least, contain Porla long enough to repel the rest of the Phantom Lord, or to break down their walking thing, and wait for the inevitable Rune Knight appearance.

Laxus was not around, Gildarts was not around, Erza is wounded, and Mirajane has been too long out of the loop that she would be hard-pressed to fight Porla, heck, she would be hard-pressed to fight, period. The scars of what happened to Lissana ran deep within Mirajane and Elfman. Mirajane could fight Porla for a bit when she was at the top of her game, right now?. Nay, Mirajane was not prepared.

Pandora protects us, we are screwed.

"You are not going to fight", I was just stating facts. Mystogun at least had the decency to look ashamed. "So be it", I snarled at him and Mystogun tensed, his hand already on one of his staves.

"I will now take an oath", pure venom dripped from my tongue, and the ink on my body filtered past the bandages, startling Porlyusica. A single glare from my, black and red, eye and she swallowed any protest that she was about to make.

"Should any of our comrades and friends, or the innocents of Magnolia", I put extra strength in the world innocents and both Porlyusica and Mystogun flinched. I felt like a complete asshole for doing this to the good old lady, she deserved nothing of it, but Mystogun, he is going to learn, the hard way.

"Should any of them die in the battle that you refused to fight, I will hunt you, I will hurt you, I will break you, and by the time that I am done with you, you will be begging for something as sweet as pain". My magic echoed those words and irradiated all over me, snow and ice-covered the field, bringing an early winter.

Porlyusica raised an eyebrow at how the snow and the ice have not even come close to her, a small patch of normal weather in the middle of an infernal winter. I had nothing but praise for the old lady, even if her stupid humans' antics were a bit too much at a time. Mystogun, on the other hand, has his hand on one of his staves and only the magic of the staff was preventing his body to experiment with severe frost burns.

"Is that a threat?", Mystogun tried to appear strong and his staves sure were a menace, but right now?.

When my wolves had informed me that the love of my life was hurt?. When my friends are battling for their lives, and one of the few things that can turn the balance around refuses to help because of unexplained reasons?.

Right now, I was not in a sane state of mind, I was livid, I was beyond furious, and three heartbeats about to unleash a demonic ice age all over the place.

"AYE".

A single word was more than enough to make Mystogun recoil as if I have slapped him. For the first time, Mystogun has realized who I was, and that I was more than capable of fulfilling the oath that I had swore to him. The realization that I was a monster in sheep clothes shocked him, now, he was looking at me with real apprehension in his eyes.

Good.

I was being unfair?. Maybe. I do not know what kind of binds kept Mystogun out of battle, why one of the S-classes that could save the lives of our friends refused to help. Sure enough, cleaning up branches and recovering Makarov magic was already quite the feat, but he has done it without even breaking a sweat, and right now, with the walking cannon thing pointed at Magnolia, with our family right in front of the cannon, every excuse that Mystogun could spout sounded vapid to me.

Why work so hard, and when you are needed the most, ran away from battle?. It has zero sense to me, and in my current state of mind, I was more interested in grinding his cowardly neck than calmly analyze. I was Campione, emotions are our strength and weakness.

"Sorry about the snow Porlyusica", I apologized to the old lady that has been very quiet during all the exchange. She was eyeing me now with the kind of glare that someone will dedicate to something that turned out completely different from what you expect.

With a hand gesture, the snow vanished in a sparkle of golden and black motes and the normal weather took hold back again. I did not even spare a second glance to Mystogun, I have spoken, everything has been said, he knows the consequences of his actions.

And right now, I had a bigger battle to fight, and no more time to lost with a coward.

Skoll materialized at my side and I rode him without losing a step. The wolf was insanely fast when he wanted, and right now, we needed speed. Hati remained at the right, he was the one that accompanied Natsu in rescuing Lucy, suffering wounds to cover the retreat of Natsu and Lucy from Phantom Lord.

It did not take much to reach the place where the battle was taking place. I saw the walking cannon that Skoll and Hati told me about, and I have to admit that it was something to behold. It was a freaking walking mansion, with a massive cannon on its torso, mechanical legs, and arms. I have to confess that I felt a tingle of greed at seeing the thing, I wanted my own walking home, it would be awesome, but I soon buried that childish glee, after all, I can always loot the wreckage later, and see how the thing works.

Skoll pointed out where my friends were battling, Cana, wonderful Cana, was the one taking the lead of the battle in the absence of Erza and Makarov, I saw Mirajane trapped in one of the arms of the thing and a massive circle of runes over the head of the walking building.

Oh?. That circle is familiar, I know that spell, but it can not be, Porla is not that stupid, nay?.

Oh, by the burning balls of Surtur, the asshole has ordered the building to cast [Abyss Break]. Does Porla have an idea of the consequences?. Even if he wins the Guild Wars, the entire country will turn his back to him and declare him a Dark Guild. That spell is going to obliterate all Magnolia.

Icebreaker was summoned at my hand, and I focus on the innate Ice magic of the hammer. I needed a strong blizzard, I needed ice and winter, I needed wind and cold. Raising the hammer to the skies I left the magic of the Ice God Slayer guide my hand and summon a massive blizzard that circled the hammer.

Down below, at the ground, the battle stopped for a second, when the temperatures lowered to freezing levels in an instant. The Mages of Fairy Tail did felt the chill, but I could see how they smiled widely, welcoming the cold. The shades of Porla, on the other hand, started to gradually freeze, in seconds, they became frozen statues that the mages of Fairy Tail smashed to pieces with glee. From the building above them, more and more shades were summoned by Porla, but all of them suffered the same fate when they entered into the range of my divine blizzard.

Skoll ran up to the skies and I summoned him back to my ring when I reached the adequate height. Twirling Icebreaker to gain momentum, I posed myself for freefall and I let the hammer fall like the wrath of god. I was still with the hammer in my hand, so it was more than possible that I was going to feel that tomorrow, but with the enhancement of the Ice Devil Slayer, the pain was just a good friend that was just paying a quick visit.

Like a meteorite of ice, I slammed the magical circle of the [Abyss Break], and in a deafening explosion of colliding magics, the circle was shattered by my magical overload and the impact of an artifact; the weapon of a god; hitting it at almost the speed of sound. The collision did have some extra consequences, among them, how I was rejected by the eruption of the stored magic of the magical circle, sending me flying to the ground, and making me carve a ten meters trench with my body inside it.

When my hammer, charged to the brim with God Slayer magic, stomped the magical circles, the runes that hold the magic inside of it could not hold it, and erupted, dispelling the [Abyss Break], and sending a magical backlash that forced the walking manor to kneel in response to the force. The gears of the visible mechanical parts showed cracks all over it, along with bits and pieces that had exploded when the destructive magic of Icebreaker and [Abyss Break] went AWOL.

For a bit, I stood in the trench that I have carved with my own body when the magic repelled me with enough force to carve a ten meters trench using me as a tool. That has not been a pleasant experience. Even with the ink of the Devil Slayers covering half of my body, I was shocked and stunned. My body was trembling as it healed quickly some of the damages.

"Bloody hell, Gray!", I half-listened to someone calling my name and I groggily waved in salute, trying to step up from the trench. My legs failed me halfway and only the sudden appearance of some people offering me support prevented my collapse.

I was experiencing some serious Ouch at the moment.

"Took your sweet time, stud", Cana was on my left side. With one of my arms over her shoulders. I tried to focus on her, but my vision was blurry. Still, I recognized her worried tone under her apparent cheerfulness.

"Gray, what the heck?. You are all messed up!", disbelief painted the words of Loke, the one that was helping me stand, with my right arm over his shoulder. "What's with that black tattoo anyways?".

"I'm fine, give me my morning coffee, and I will be fine and dandy", I tried to joke back and I am pretty sure that what I said was something akin to gurgle, gurgle, bluurfff. Pure poetry.

"You are a poet", deadpanned Loke, echoing part of my thoughts, but the spirit was scared of what was wrong with me, although, he really should worry more about himself.

After the revelation that the wolves make about who Loke was, the spirit had his days numbered and this battle must be taking a heavy toll on whatever reserves does he have left. Unless a miracle occurred, and he is accepted back on the Spirit Realm, Loke will die. I am unable to tell who will become the next spirit of the Lion, but I already have a demented idea about how to save my friend. Still, I have to know what happened with Karen Lilica and what Loke has been doing around all those years.

But, those are ideas for another day, right now, there is a battle to won.

"Ey, is Gray okay?", I turned my face to look at the battered and bruised face of Levy and the peanut gallery that follows her around.

I smiled, realizing that I have a couple of teeth less, and raised a thumb from the arm over Cana's shoulder.

"Never better", I tried to reply but I coughed in the middle of the words and coughed a chunk of blood, and something else.

Uh, I am having a freaking Deja vuh from my battle with Ymir. I did end up battered pretty badly, but this was different, my Slayer magics are working overtime to heal the damages. I have saved Magnolia, but I almost blasted myself to the other side of the country with that stunt. The alternative was to beat four S-class mages and I did not have the time for that, and I preferred not to desperately believe that Natsu, Cana, Loke, Elfman, heck, whoever is capable of go toe to toe with the S-class of Phantom Lord would won all of such confrontations.

Natsu is going to have his hands full with the Iron Dragon Slayer of Phantom Lord and I am going to strangle Porla with his innards for hurting my family.

"Tell me that's not a piece of his liver", I listened Cana comment about the piece of flesh that I have spitted.

"Looks more like a kidney to me", very helpfully commented Jet, and we all stared at him with a deadpan glare.

"Many thanks, Jet", dryly hissed Laki. She soon moved at my side observing my wounds and the black tattoo-like of the Slayer magic.

"Shit, his Slayer magic is working overtime to fix him", Laki swore.

A loud screech called all our attention when a new batch of shades surged from the building, this time they carried an assortment of weapons and they all glowed into a purple tone. That fucker of Porla had altered the shades to made them more resistant to my ice magic, but if he believed that that is going to stop my slayer magic, he is sorely mistaken.

I took the arm over the shoulders of Loki and extended my hand, focusing in the sensation of my God Slayer magic, the cold that permeated the air, the small, invisible water, and air that the shades rushed on their passing, the Ethernano coalesced inside of me, filtering inside of my body and turning into magical power.

"[Yimir's Decree]", I called the spell and in a black flash, the entire horde of shades froze to absolute zero and become black frost statues that fell to the floor and shattered into pieces before the magic that sustained them was devoured by my own and vanish like they never existed.

"Good riddance", I grumbled and took support on Cana. That has taken a toll on my reserves, breaking down the [Abyss Break] almost broke me, and I was not at the top of my game to being with.

"Shit, you are dangerous, even beaten to an inch of your life", whistled Droy as the rest of Fairy Tail roared in a challenge at the manor. The vast majority of Fairy Tail was on the ground. I can recognize everyone, now that my body was slowly recovering from the crash landing. I can not be more proud of my family.

"Cana, who is inside of that thing?", I asked her, still leaning on her.

Another batch of shades emerged from the building; Porla had armies of that things for fuck's sake; Skoll and Hati joined the battle and Fairy Tail welcome the wrecking crew that was the wolves, ripping and chewing the shades with wild abandon and no little amount of revenge for the previous defeat.

"Natsu and Elfman climbed that thing, and we believe that Lucy and Happy are also there", Cana toss several cards to the shades, making them explode in a lot of colors. Loke was covering us with his ring magic, I don't even know how he can even use magic after all this time, the lad must be running on fumes.

"I took down the fucking spell", I snarled, "but Mira is still trapped, Natsu is going to have his hands full with the Iron Dragon Slayer and Porla is somewhere there".

"Erza is also inside", suddenly said Droy, and my eyes turned at him like laser making him shudder.

"What?". I barked.

"Erza got some first aid and charged in", pointed out Droy speaking fast. "She said that she was going to defeat the S-class and Porla before the Jupiter Cannon can be shot again".

"Levy", I called the word mage. "I need ice".

The clever girl understood in a moment and with quick air writing she created a meter tall block of ice that spelled ice. Smiling, I devoured the ice and felt how my magic soared at the influx of power. I needed three more words to recover most of my magic, and during all the time, Fairy Tail has been fighting waves of shades and holding the line, waiting for the mages inside to broke the bloody thing down.

The only good news so far was that Porla has not yet come out to play. It did not surprise me, even if I have shattered the [Abyss Break], the cannon was still a menace, and between the four S-class and the Iron Dragon Slayer, Porla still has more than enough firepower to crush Fairy Tail.

With Erza wounded, and Makarov out of commission, Fairy Tail lacks raw power to try to contain Porla until the Rune Knights got tired of the situation and intervene. Although the entire Guild War was stupid as hell, even if Porla wins, the Council will fall on him like the law of god. Guild Wars are fucking prohibited, what the Dragon Slayer of Porla has done was illegal, and shooting Jupiter will grant Porla a stay at the Council Prison.

This entire thing reeks of dementia and desperation, and that was something that never goes well with a guy like Porla that is part of the Ten Wizard Saints. Power and madness are a dangerous combination, add it to the wounded pride of Porla, and how his Guild was no longer the top dog of the country, and we are already living the consequences of the demented man foolishness.

After a quick discussion with Cana and the rest of the mages presents on the trench, they hold the line and tried to fight back the infinite shades, tossing magic to the building, preferably the cannon, in order to prevent it to be shot, now that [Abyss Break] has been taken down, and the arms of the manor are not going to channel anything any time soon.

Riding Skoll, I quickly ran up to the first entrance that I could find inside of the building, and carved a savage path on the insides of the building.

Porla wanted war?.

I was going to give him a bloody massacre.