Zera

After resting and regrouping, the allied forces passed through a narrow mountain pass and finally stopped at the edge of a vast, flat basin.

The surrounding terrain clearly indicates that this was a battleground deliberately created by Irene.

The surrounding mountains resemble a natural ancient Roman amphitheater, with a flat, open ground barren of vegetation.

Riyao sat atop the broad head of the All-Creation Giant Dragon, arms crossed, looking down over the entire battlefield.

The dragon was wrapped in ancient, verdant vines, and with each step it took, a faint blue light emanated from the ground.

He stood before the Allied forces like a general, imposing and awe-inspiring.

Of course, we have to ignore his out-of-place floral shirt and pink flamingo shorts.

"That bastard is such a jerk."

Gray put his hands in his pockets, rolled his eyes, and expressed his disgust at Riyao's behavior.

"I agree, that Azure Dragon bastard is incredibly arrogant."

Gajeel echoed Gray's sentiment, crossed his arms, and snorted coldly.

Lily rolled his eyes.

When you're looking down on someone, could you at least stop gazing at them with envy?

As a good partner, I can't expose this idiot.

On the hill directly in front of the basin, the dilapidated buildings of the Fairy Tail guild stood silently beneath the dark clouds.

The figures of the Spriggan 12 stood in front of the guild gate.

August leaned on his long staff, Irene held a stag antler staff, Larcade closed his eyes and twirled his prayer beads, Invel's expression was cold and stern, with phantoms of the dead, such as the God Serena and Wahl, scattered around him.

They still don't take the coalition forces seriously.

Imperial soldiers stood in neat rows at the foot of the mountain.

Tens of thousands of heavily armed soldiers formed a black steel Great Wall, their gleaming spear tips gleaming coldly in the dim light.

The dark, imposing army, like solidified ink, stood in stark contrast to the allied forces on the other side of the valley.

The two sides stood facing each other from afar.

The wind howled in the open area, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Now, just a spark will ignite the final battle.

Amidst this tense atmosphere, a small head quietly peeked out from behind a thick, withered tree at the rear of the allied forces.

Zera, a best friend that Mavis imagined.

She bit her nails, crouched behind a tree, and watched the army about to engage in battle.

"Why hasn't Mavis remembered me yet? What can I do now? Ugh, this is so annoying."

Because Mavis was suppressed by Invel's magic, her mind was closed off, and she forgot the fact that Zera was dead.

Zera was able to re-emerge, but none of the allied forces noticed her presence.

On the other side, Riyao, sitting on the dragon's back, suddenly shrugged his shoulders.

Riyao felt like he was being watched by something unclean. He looked around and finally looked up at Neinhart on the mountain.

It must be those dirty things.

He looked away, and the two groups stared at each other blankly in the wind for a full two minutes.

The two sides remained locked in a standoff, Riyao scratched his head.

Why haven't the old man, Erza, Laxus spoken yet?

Erza, standing diagonally behind, placed her hands on the hilt of her sword, looking at Riyao in front with a puzzled expression.

Laxus looked up at the Imperial army ahead, silently waiting for Riyao to speak.

Makarov stroked his chin.

That brat Riyao is acting like a leader, why hasn't he spoken yet? Is he waiting for something?

On the mountain, Invel adjusted his monocle and frowned.

The Ishgars are hesitant to make a move; are they plotting something?

The two sides were locked in a strange stalemate.

The wind blew awkwardly across the empty basin.

As an outsider, Zera immediately spotted the blind spot.

These people... are they waiting for the other side to speak first?

She cleared her throat, patted her skirt, stood up, and prepared to walk towards the front row where Riyao was.

"Hello..."

However, before the girl's faint voice could carry...

Hey! What are you guys waiting for?! Get the party started!

A thunderous roar exploded, tearing the gloomy clouds apart with crimson flames!

A fiery meteor fell from the sky, trailing a hundred-meter-long tail of flame, and crashed straight into the center of the imperial army.

Rumble!!

[The Fire Dragon King's Roar]

A terrifying flame burned through the army, and the allied forces looked in the direction of the flames.

Amidst the rolling flames, a pink-haired boy wearing a dragon-scale scarf strode forward, his fists ablaze with fire!

Natsu!!

This spark ignited the entire battlefield.

"Charge! Take back the guild!" Makarov roared, raising his arms.

The Fairy Tail crew rushed forward immediately, and the rest of the allied forces followed suit.

Rumble!!

A sky full of magical light illuminated the entire basin, and tens of thousands of troops roared and clashed together.

When Natsu shouted, Zera shrank back behind a big tree, her little face looking miserable.

She crouched at the base of a tree, clutching her head, utterly devastated and on the verge of tears.

One instance of extroversion can lead to a lifetime of introversion.

No, I have to pull myself together. Mavis is waiting for me to save her.

She poked her head out again, surveying the chaotic battlefield, preparing to find someone to help her.

Those charging ahead are all full of enthusiasm, but they're not reliable at all.

Looking left and right, she felt that the blond guy riding the wooden dragon seemed more reliable.

Although he was wearing a floral shirt, he sat leisurely on the dragon's back, looking calm and suggesting he could understand human speech.

"Hey, blondie."

Just as Riyao was about to raise his hand to cast a few buff auras on the front row, a soft, unfamiliar voice suddenly drifted into his ear.

He was stunned; he had never heard that voice before.

He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out whose voice it was.

Suddenly it dawned on him that Warren's Telepathy Magic had been blocked, and he could only hear the stranger's voice.

"Over here, behind that big tree."

Riyao, riding the All-Creation Giant Dragon, turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a brown-haired girl waving at him, her body slightly transparent.

Sunlight streamed through her skirt, almost revealing the tree trunks behind her.

"Holy crap, has the God Ankhseram come to take me away?"

Riyao blurted out a surprised exclamation.

Several people nearby heard Riyao's exclamation and followed his gaze to Zera.

Makarov, Erza, and Wendy all turned to look at them.

Makarov's face stiffened when he saw Zera.

The wrinkles on his face froze instantly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the old chairman's authority shattered on the spot.

"Holy crap, Zera? Isn't that the founder from the original vision?"

Zera was being stared at by a group of people, and she panicked, waving her hands frantically.

"Stop staring at me, hey!"

She wanted to retreat behind the tree, but then she heard Makarov mention the founder's identity and knew she couldn't show weakness!

According to seniority, all these juniors in front of me should call me senior!

Thinking of this, Zera immediately puffed out her little chest, put her two transparent little hands on her hips, and tried her best to straighten her pretty little face.

I will protect Mavis's guild; I absolutely cannot lose face for my seniors!