Chapter 47: Magical Elves

Location: Magic Council Hall — Tower of Paradise

The grand chamber of the Magic Council was cold, filled with murmurs and tension. The Councilors sat encircling the ancient table, faces grim as the latest intelligence was laid bare.

"Is the information about the Tower of Paradise true?" a stern voice cut through.

"Yes," answered the messenger. "Jellal is intent on reviving Zeref."

A hush fell. The Council Chairman's gaze darkened.

"This cannot be delayed," another Councilor pressed. "The magic world faces chaos if we fail."

Yet Yamaki, the elder, stood firm. "We must not be reckless. Fairy Tail is on that island. An attack now risks innocent lives."

A sharp voice snapped back, "Yamaki, your ties to Makarov blind you! Sacrifice a few for the many—that is the harsh truth. We cannot allow Escanor to stand in our way any longer."

The mention of Escanor struck a chord. His victory over the Black Dragon had shifted power irreversibly. The Council's grip on Fairy Tail was slipping, and Escanor's very existence loomed like a blade above their heads.

Ultear stood silently at the side, her cool gaze fixed on Siegrain. She knew their plan was about to be set in motion.

Finally, the Chairman's voice rang out, resolute: "Prepare the Magic Spirit Cannon. The Tower of Paradise will be obliterated. We cannot risk Zeref's resurrection."

The vote passed with only Yamaki dissenting.

High above on the Tower's peak, Escanor squared off against Jellal, whose eyes gleamed with madness.

"Jellal, this is your path to ruin."

Jellal laughed, wild and unhinged. "I am chosen by the gods. I will replace Zeref himself. This Tower is not for revival—it is a tomb for you."

Escanor's gaze hardened, ready to end this nightmare.

Suddenly, the heavens trembled.

A blazing light appeared—bright as dawn, growing larger and larger.

"The Magic Spirit Cannon!" Escanor roared. "The Council dares fire it with me here?!"

Jellal chuckled, "They know. But your existence threatens their reign. They intend to kill you too!"

The beam smashed into the Tower, shaking the very foundations.

Escanor staggered beneath its crushing force, but his will was unyielding.

"Magic Spirit Cannon—begone!"

Golden flames roared, pushing back the beam inch by inch.

Jellal's disbelief turned to fury. The magical might before him had surpassed humanity.

The beam recoiled, blasting the Council's fortress with devastating fury.

Councilors fled, chaos erupting as their centuries-old bastion crumbled to dust.

Ultear and Siegrain vanished, shadows escaping the ruin.

Back at the Tower summit, Siegrain appeared, merging with Jellal in a terrible fusion.

"Your death is near, Escanor," the hybrid hissed. "This Tower will be your grave."

The final battle loomed.

The fate of the magic world—and Escanor's very life—now hung on the edge of destruction.