In Fairy Tail, starts with a Super Mega Gengar

Gaal's words truly startled Wolfheim.

He knew Makarov's temperament all too well; despite his usual carefree demeanor, the gravity of this situation meant something serious was afoot.

Who had angered Makarov to such an extent?

Wolfheim felt a chill run down his spine.

Gaal waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's nothing. I just discovered a hideout of a... cult. Those guys have done something outrageous. They've angered the old man. That's not important; we'll discuss that more at the Council later. What's crucial right now is the stance towards Grimoire Heart, the strongest dark guild. Wolfheim, what is the Council's current attitude?"

"Are they letting it develop or planning to take it down with all their might?"

After hearing Gaal's words, Wolfheim felt a bit relieved; since Makarov was targeting the cultists, it shouldn't be a huge problem.

He then responded, "The Council's attitude is currently half and half. Makarov has already reported the general situation regarding Hades's power. Many remain skeptical; if he truly had such power, he should have already united the Ishgar Continent. Instead, he's hiding who knows where, causing trouble in the shadows. They're determined to strike hard against Grimoire Heart.

Still, some believe that with Makarov and Gildarts's strength, they wouldn't lie. If such power really exists, then in battle, the Council would suffer greatly and fail to maintain order in the magical world. Therefore, we should gather all information about guild before making a move. However, since they are not directly involved, you'll have to go and restore the battle situation yourself. What about Gildarts?"

Gaal casually mentioned, "Gildarts is out on a mission. That's why the Master sent me."

Wolfheim nodded, not doubting it: "That guy is still the same. He never takes a moment's rest; he must have cleared his tasks again this time."

Gaal shrugged and raised his hands, saying nothing.

But Wolfheim looked like he understood, nodding his head.

A little while later, the airship carrying Wolfheim and Gaal arrived at the headquarters of the Magic Council.

Magnolia Town was already located at the eastern border of the Fiore Kingdom, near the central region of the Ishgar Continent, so they arrived there earlier than Makarov's group, who were crossing the Fiore Kingdom to reach the southwestern sea area of Ishgar.

The Council's magical airship slowly descended, revealing a grand and imposing building, a typical Gothic-style castle.

The towers on either side were intricately decorated, while on either side of the main road in the center stood two rows of cavalry statues, brandishing spears and rearing their horses, merging fantasy with majesty to showcase a unique aura.

Most mages would be struck by awe at this scene; this was also the Council's intent, to project intimidation.

However, Gaal was no stranger to this; he had grown accustomed to this architectural style and knew of the decay lurking beneath its grandeur. Without hesitation, he led Wolfheim to the Council's conference hall.

Inside the conference hall, several resident council members had already gathered. The Council's representational members were not all permanent; some only came back for critical matters.

Among the resident members, the one at the forefront was Chairman Crawford Seam, a tall and somewhat portly elderly man with two tufts of goat-like beard.

Upon seeing Wolfheim and Gaal enter, Crawford Seam paused his conversation with the nearby council member and looked at Wolfheim: "Thank you for your hard work, Wolfheim."

Wolfheim waved his hand and stepped aside.

Crawford Seam then turned to Gaal and spoke, "Gaal Blons."

Gaal nodded and responded, "Chairman Seam."

Crawford Seam asked, "Did you come by yourself? Where are Makarov and Gildarts?"

"Why didn't they come?"

Wolfheim interjected, "Makarov went to take care of a newly discovered cult, and Gildarts is out on a mission."

"Coincidentally, Gaal was also an experiencer of yesterday's battle, and he even knows Illusion Magic."

"Having him recreate the moment is the best option."

Crawford Seam didn't press further; after all, it was the same no matter who spoke. His main concern was the danger level of Grimoire Heart and whether Hades was truly that powerful.

"In that case, Gaal, could you recreate the battle for us? It's primarily regarding Hades."

Gaal nodded and replied, "No problem."

Then, Gaal activated Illusion Magic and instantly filled the conference hall with astonishment.

"Hey? What is this...? Is this the Giant's Mountain Range?"

"Excellent magical skill; he's managed to envelop the entire conference hall. The title of Scholar isn't just for show."

The previously somewhat solemn conference hall was now entirely covered in illusions; everyone's location transformed into the air.

If it weren't for the palpable sensations in front of them, they would genuinely think they were floating in the sky. Crawford Seam couldn't help but nod in approval of Gaal's strength.

Everyone looked toward what was once the center of the conference hall, which had now transformed into the air above the Giant's Mountain Range, with the magnificent mountains stretching beneath them.

In the illusion, Gildarts and Hades were locked in battle above, complete with sounds and waves that mimicked a portion of their might.

The fight in the illusion was accelerated, and it was precisely because of this that everyone's faces changed. This meant that the time they had spent consuming each other's energies was longer than what appeared in the current illusion.

"Something's off; why is Gildarts being suppressed?"

"No, it's not suppression."

"It's that Hades's magic is overwhelmingly strong; Gildarts can't keep up with him. Each of Gildarts's Crush magic strikes can pierce through Hades's dark magic, but those darkness energies, seemingly endless, wear down Gildarts's magic."

"Moreover, that magical shield of his can even absorb Gildarts's magic. So strong..."

"Gildarts's magic is weakening, unable to match Hades."

"Wait, what did Gildarts drink? Did he recover magic?"

"Well, it doesn't help; look, he's starting to consume once again."

"This is a predicament."

"If even Gildarts can't manage?"

Chairman Crawford Seam's expression shifted; Gildarts was renowned as the strongest up north for a reason. While they, the council members, might be esteemed, none could match Gildarts's single strength.

But seeing Gildarts now overwhelmed, could Crawford Seam not change his expression?

Suddenly, the scene switched, transitioning to the ground.

Now, it was Gaal's perspective.