For the recently notorious dark guild "Eisenwald," today was destined to be recorded in the guild's history.
The guild history would read like this:
"Dark Guild Eisenwald, destroyed on February 25th, X778.
Destroyer: Fairy Tail."
"Boom-ka!"
A golden lightning strike hit a dark mage, the current running chaotically through his body, cooking him from the inside out.
Electric sparks danced across Laxus Dreyar's body as he stepped forward toward the dark mages, moving as if no one else existed.
This "Thunder Dragon" was already ridiculously powerful. Having a one-hundred-percent guarantee to pass the S-Class exam was no exaggeration.
Even without using his "Dragon Slayer Lightning Magic," relying solely on "Element Magic: Lightning," Laxus could exert S-Class mage-level strength.
As he aged, Laxus's magical talent became increasingly apparent. With his closer fusion with the Dragon Slayer Crystal, his physical abilities were growing stronger and stronger.
This man's power was gradually maturing, climbing toward its peak.
The useless dark mages of Eisenwald were like a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps in the face of his rampaging power.
"Sizzle-sizzle-sizzle!"
Furious currents crackled as Laxus led the charge, electrocuting a group of them.
The other Fairy Tail mages were equally unwilling to be outdone. Everyone displayed their unique skills, fighting the Eisenwald dark mages, and the battle quickly turned into a one-sided crushing victory.
Those uncles in the guild who drank, smoked, and read risqué magazines all day long, who seemed unreliable, showed some real skills once they got serious.
Uncle Macao wielded Purple Flame Magic, burning the dark mages into cries of despair.
Macao had originally been on vacation. He had just had a son named Romeo, but when he heard the assembly bell, he came immediately, choosing to fight without hesitation.
Wakaba fought side by side with Macao. Always with a cigarette dangling, his magic was Smoke Magic. Each smoke-infused punch easily knocked the enemies flying.
Nearby, there was a young man with a round, unshapely body but thin limbs. He held a paintbrush and palette in his hands.
As he painted boars on his own body, they seemed to come alive, leaping off him to charge at the dark mages.
This was Reedus Jonah, using Painting Magic.
Others included muscular Joey Fullborn, and Wan Chanzi, who could turn his right arm into an Iron Dog. Everyone possessed unique talents.
Sixteen-year-old Joey looked far beyond his age. His muscles were exaggerated, every punch landed with impact, which Moen appreciated. They often sparred, though it was mostly Joey taking hits.
"Boom!"
Moen threw a punch, sending a dark mage flying as they stormed into Eisenwald's guild hall.
The dark guild was built in a desolate, uncharted wilderness, making it hard to find on maps. Yet the guild hall itself was spacious, probably because it was so remote—they could build it however they wanted.
"Vzzz-vzzz-vzzz!"
As soon as they entered, a fierce magical wind howled toward the Fairy Tail members.
An uncle leapt out calmly, planting his hands forward, instantly raising a massive magical defense array.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The magical gale struck the defensive array, all the force crashing against it. The uncle holding the array gradually grew serious.
"Reinhardt, can you even handle this? You can't even withstand a young one?"
Seeing this, Macao, Wakaba, and a few others laughed and teased the uncle supporting the defensive array. Everyone relaxed, not taking this Eisenwald guild seriously.
It wasn't that they underestimated them—the Eisenwald guild simply hadn't posed much pressure. They were easily pushed back.
Even Guild Master Makarov hadn't acted yet. Gildarts wasn't present either; after Moen's birthday, he left again, missing this mission.
The Fairy Tail members hadn't even used their full strength, and Eisenwald was already falling. Only the guild master remained stubbornly resisting.
"Boom!"
Reinhardt's magic array was broken by the gale. The uncle in front was blown back by the magical wind.
Moen leapt forward in one step, helping Reinhardt stabilize.
"Uncle, leave this guy to me!"
Moen spoke, his gaze lifting upward. Eisenwald's young guild master, Erigor, floated above.
Wind magic swirled around him as he stood on a massive scythe, hovering steadily in the air, exuding flair.
Erigor, was very young, seemingly under thirty. Black tattoos marked beneath his eyes, and his extravagant silver-white hair flowed. Bandages wrapped his hands; his bare upper body was covered in tattoos. He wore a skirt-like robe and a pair of flip-flops, dressing in an ostentatious manner.
"Be careful, Moen. This Erigor isn't weak!"
Reinhardt hadn't been injured and sternly warned Moen, not stopping him from acting.
Though Moen was the youngest mage present, no one in Fairy Tail underestimated him.
Everyone had witnessed Moen's effort and growth, especially over the past six months. He had accepted numerous mage beast extermination missions, completing each quickly and perfectly—proving his ability. Age was no obstacle.
"Why should I leave this to you?"
However, while others didn't intend to compete with Moen, Laxus was different. He stepped forward, wanting to claim the fight.
"Crack!"
Golden lightning struck straight at Erigor, who was posing in the air.
"This guy's getting on my nerves! I'll teach him a lesson!"
Laxus, utterly reckless, immediately attacked, drawing the boss's attention—an expert at stealing aggro!
Erigor moved quickly in the sky, his raging wind magic letting him dodge Laxus's lightning strike.
This dark guild master, later known as the "Grim Reaper," now had a face as dark as coal, his eyes fierce and ruthless.
To the two bratty brothers, Laxus and Moen, trying to fight him, he only wished to tear them apart. These immature kids had no respect for him at all!
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