"You were once an outstanding master. You taught us the way of harmony and guided us toward the light. So why—" In an open stretch of forest on Wolf Island, Makarov had returned to his usual size. The formidable magic power of one of the Ten Wizard Saints surged around him as he glared at the utterly composed Hades. "Why are you in a Dark Guild?! Why did you, the man who once led us toward the light, choose to fall into darkness yourself?! What happened to you after you left the guild all those years ago? What could have made you abandon the light and willingly embrace the darkness?! Why, now that we've met again, do you want to destroy the guild you once loved?! What happened to the way of harmony you praised?! What happened to Fairy Tail's philosophy of life and magic—the belief you upheld that magic nurtures life, and life in turn gives birth to magic?! What could possibly have changed you so much that you strayed down this path?! Tell me why, Master Precht—!"
By the end, Makarov was practically screaming himself hoarse.
"Hmph. Don't get so worked up, Makarov. Light and darkness aren't things you can judge so easily, Demon..." Powerful, deep-purple magic surged around Hades as well, and his black cloak stirred without a breeze. His expression inscrutable, he spoke slowly in a low voice. "You must understand that true magic was born in darkness. All I seek is to draw closer to the abyss of the Magic Way, then reach the one true magic within its depths. Nothing more..."
"Don't make me laugh!!! You would destroy all of Fairy Tail just for that elusive One Magic, when you don't even know whether it exists?! How could anyone allow that, you bastard?!" Makarov