As the setting sun sank below the horizon, the dark glow of night gradually shrouded the land. The royal capital of the Fiore Kingdom, host to the Grand Magic Games, was already bathed in a beautiful, star-filled night.
With the first day of the Grand Magic Games now over, however, the nightlife in Crocus was even livelier and noisier than usual.
Travelers from all over the world who had come to watch the tournament strolled merrily through the brightly lit night-market streets, along with many guilds that had entered the Grand Magic Games but failed to make it through the preliminaries.
Whether walking along the colorful nighttime streets, standing beside roadside stone benches, or entering warmly and lavishly decorated restaurants and taverns, their eager conversations and discussions never ceased.
Visitors and Mages from every region were enthusiastically talking among themselves, and naturally, the main topic was the first day of the Grand Magic Games, which had just concluded!
Since they were discussing the day's matches, it was hardly surprising that Fairy Tail's True God of Death, Achill, was at the center of everyone's conversations. The reason was simple: the visual spectacle he had delivered that day, along with his combat prowess, experience, and abilities, had left them utterly stunned!
Especially in that final duel against Lamia Scale's ace, the immensely popular Jura of the Ten Wizard Saints, known as Iron Rock! The tremendous strength and devastating destructive power the True God of Death had displayed were simply beyond belief! All anyone could do was watch and sigh in awe—or even sink into despair.
From the moment that almost inhuman power had been revealed, it had won over more than ninety-nine percent of the audience!
That was Achill's personal magnetism! In this age, in a magical world where everyone knew that