Enormous wings beat through the air, tearing it apart. Powerful currents howled across the sky as heavy breaths and magic poured from flaring nostrils. A vast shadow instantly covered all of Wolf Island. The dragon opened his hideous, fang-lined maw and raised his massive, dark head, then—
"ROOOAR—"
A terrifying roar reverberated through heaven and earth, its dreadful sound waves sweeping across Wolf Island and the surrounding seas—
"That's—" At the temporary camp, the members of Fairy Tail gaped in astonishment, craning their heads to stare at the enormous figure circling overhead. Their eyes widened further and further until, deep within them, a trace of fear finally emerged—
"Acnologia!!!"
Meanwhile, far from Wolf Island, several battered warships sailed slowly across the sea. This was the Magic Council fleet that had departed from the island under Doranbolt and Lahar's command!
"What's wrong, Lahar?" Reclining in a spacious chair, Doranbolt picked up a glass of beer from the table and gave Lahar, who sat opposite him, a puzzled look. "Is something happening over at Wolf Island?"
"No, nothing. I probably imagined it." Shaking his head, Lahar withdrew his gaze from the direction of Wolf Island and pushed up his glasses. His furrowed brow relaxed as he picked up his own beer and took a sip. "What could possibly happen over there? Achill's still there, remember? With him around, I think... heh..." He shook his head with a smile, then drained his glass.
"True. He's a man who killed a renowned powerhouse like Hades, after all. It just feels like the gap between us keeps getting wider." Doranbolt shrugged indifferently.
"Oh, come on. Be satisfied with what you've got. You're an S-Class Mage now, at least. I've still got some way to go."
"Heh. Maybe. Forget it, let's stop worrying about that and