"Hm? This magic power..." On Wolf Island, Achill had just arranged for Wendy, who had arrived at the temporary camp, to heal Mira's injuries when he suddenly raised his head and stared toward the battle with Hades, surprise and confusion written across his face.
In fact, he had sensed the powerful magic coming from that direction the moment Gildarts, Laxus, and Natsu first engaged Hades! It was unavoidable. The magical fluctuations their battle produced were so immense that he could sense them even outside the range of his full perception.
And they were not the only ones. In several other directions, Achill had also sensed great surges of magic from the battles involving Freed, Bickslow, and that buzz-cut fellow, Angel! A moment's thought told him these must be reinforcements Doranbolt had fetched from outside Wolf Island with his teleportation magic. After all, aside from Doranbolt's teleportation, Achill could think of no way to bring those people back so quickly from far beyond the island! Even his own astonishing flight speed would have struggled to accomplish that—
The instant he sensed the magical fluctuations from their battle, Achill had intended to rush over and help, to make sure nothing went wrong. After all, their opponent was a terrifying fellow who could easily defeat even an old man like Makarov! He did not believe the three of them together could do much damage to him.
But although he wanted to head over immediately, Achill was also uneasy about leaving the temporary camp. He had only just killed the vice master of Grimoire Heart who had come to attack them, and Mira and the others were all injured from fighting Bluenote before his arrival. Under those circumstances, he could hardly feel comfortable simply leaving them behind! After all, who knew whether another powerful