The End and a Choice

With Precht's roar, countless enormous dark magic circles unfolded layer upon layer on the deck of the airship!

Countless demons, composed solely of pure dark magic, Roar and surged forth from the magic circle like a black tsunami, overwhelming Jiang Bai below!

Each demon contains power sufficient to easily tear apart S-Class Mage!

Faced with this demonic legion that could plunge the entire Tenrou Island into despair, Jiang Bai simply stood still, without even blinking.

The overwhelming army of demons was about to touch his body at the last moment.

Jiang Bai laughed, uttering two words, "Empty Shock!"

The so-called legion let out shrill screams, turning into pure magical particles and dissipating into the air.

From beginning to end, that destructive torrent could not touch Jiang Bai in the slightest.

"This... this is impossible!!"

Precht stared at the unbelievable scene before him and let out Roar of disbelief.

His prized magic, the power he believed he had touched the very depths of the demonic path, was utterly... utterly vulnerable before this young man?

"I told you, you're very ignorant."

Jiang Bai's voice rang out again, this time carrying a chilling, judgmental tone.

"You don't even realize that the 'god' you're chasing is nothing more than a coward who's only interested in dying."

"You don't even understand his curse; it's like child's play to me."

"You're even completely unaware that your greatest weakness has long been exposed to me."

Jiang Bai raised his hand and casually pointed in a certain direction of the airship.

"Is your 'heart' hidden inside?"

Jiang Bai's nonchalant words were like the sharpest dagger, piercing deeply into Precht's most profound secrets.

Precht's single pupil instantly contracted to its maximum size!

His "Grimoire Heart" is both his greatest source of power and his most fatal weakness.

This matter was something that could not possibly be known to anyone outside of himself and a very small number of his confidants!

"How could you...!"

For the first time, fear completely overwhelmed the guild leader's reason.

"Surprised?" Jiang Bai grinned, a smile that, to Precht, was more terrifying than a demon's.

From the moment you appeared, everything about you has become crystal clear before me.

"The game is over."

Jiang Bai slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and aimed at the huge airship.

Don't underestimate me, kid!

Driven by the instinct for survival, Precht Roar wildly, unleashing all the remaining magic power within him. Countless black chains and magic circles layered upon each other in his path, attempting a final stand.

However, all of this seemed so pale and powerless in front of Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai didn't even look at him, but simply uttered two words.

"Virtual style-""."

In that instant, time and space seemed to be distorted.

A purple energy, indescribable in any language, seemingly capable of erasing existence itself, and a fusion of the absolute forces of "attraction" and "repulsion," erupted from Jiang Bai's fingertips.

There was no Heavenly Movement noise, no devastating light effects.

The purple light simply streaked across the sky.

It ignored all of Precht's magical defenses and accurately struck a specific location on the airship—the room where the "Grimoire Heart" was located.

The moment it was touched by that purple light, that part of the ship, along with everything inside, was silently and completely "deleted".

It wasn't an explosion, nor was it destruction; rather, it was as if erased by an eraser, completely wiped out of this world.

"Puff--!"

Precht, aboard the airship, was struck as if by lightning, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He could clearly feel that the connection between himself and his "heart" had been completely severed.

The immense magical power that had been surging forth vanished without a trace in an instant.

The immense weakness brought on by the depletion of his magic instantly swept over his entire body.

Unable to maintain his flight any longer, his aged body, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell helplessly from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the ground of Tenrou Island, completely losing his ability to fight.

Jiang Bai slowly lowered his hand, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Meanwhile, in various corners of Tenrou Island, the battles also came to an end.

Erza, Gray, Laxus, and others also defeated their respective opponents through their unwavering will.

Fairy Tail achieved a complete victory.

Jiang Bai walked to Makarov's side, looked at Precht lying on the ground not far away, barely alive, and asked, "Old man, what do you plan to do with this guy?"

Makarov stared silently at his former mentor, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

"Kill me..."

Precht spoke in an extremely weak voice.

He looked at Makarov, his eyes no longer filled with the previous fervor, only a deathly calm.

"Makarov, end my life yourself."

Makarov clenched his fist tightly.

Memories of protecting the guild and laughing together with Precht flooded my mind like a tide.

He can't do it.

He couldn't bring himself to kill the man who had entrusted Fairy Tail to his second-generation guild master.

Finally, Makarov slowly loosened his clenched fist.

"I won't kill you, Precht." Makarov's voice was heavy and hoarse.

"You were once the second guild master of Fairy Tail, and I cannot completely erase that past."

"But Tenrou Island no longer welcomes you. Take your Grimoire Heart and leave this land immediately. Stop plotting against the guild children, and stop chasing after that illusory Great Magic World."

Upon hearing this, Precht's lips curled into a sneer.

Even after such a defeat, he still refused to admit his mistakes.

With the help of several surviving subordinates, he struggled to his feet, his body ravaged by injuries.

"Naive, Makarov. You spare me today, but the Great Magic World will one day still arrive."

"That's your obsession." Makarov turned his head away, unwilling to look at his distorted face any longer.

"Get out of Tenrou Island. This is my last act of mercy towards you."

"Letting the tiger return to the mountain, huh, old man?" Jiang Bai said casually from the side.

"This guy won't change his ways."

Makarov was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, "Killing won't resolve my obsession. The rest is up to fate."

"Besides, we still have you, you brat, here."

"Hey! Grandpa, I don't want to be a laborer!"

I need to take tomorrow off because I have an exam. Sorry!