"All things in creation, turn to ash—"
"Ryujin Jakka!!!!!!"
Boom! A terrifying surge of golden flames instantly reduced the entire Grand Cathedral to ash!!!
"Ah! What's happening over there?!" In the distance, people turned toward the cathedral, screaming in terror.
An enormous pillar of golden fire soared into the sky, reducing the vast cathedral to ash in an instant!
"This magic power—" Porlyusica, who was tending to Makarov in Fairy Tail's infirmary, turned toward the source of the magic in utter horror. "Is it a Fire Dragon?!! No! That's not right!! This is human magic power!! But how is that possible?!! How could a mere human, how could he—"
"How could he possess such terrifying flames, powerful enough to rival a real dragon's fire?!!! How is that possible?!!"
By the end, Porlyusica had lost her composure and was roaring, her eyes filled with disbelief!
"Ah, cough, cough... this remarkable magic power..." Makarov slowly regained consciousness, murmuring weakly, "Is it that Demon? Heh, I've heard Erza and the others describe his strength, but I never imagined he would still surpass my expectations. Cough, cough, cough—" He broke into another violent coughing fit. Clearly, the terrifying magic power Achill had suddenly unleashed had shocked him awake.
"Hey, you're awake?!" Makarov's coughing snapped Porlyusica out of her shock. She snapped at him, "If you're awake, stop moving around and talking! I've already sent someone to fetch that good-for-nothing grandson of yours! If he has any respect for you left, he should be back to see you soon."
"Laxus? I'm afraid he won't be able to..." Makarov shook his head gently with a bitter smile.
"Hey! What's with that look? Don't you have any faith in your own grandson?!" Porlyusica demanded sharply. "Whatever he's done wrong, isn't that normal for a child going through