The turmoil caused by Oración Seis was swiftly put down.
After this great battle, Fairy Tail had thoroughly stolen the spotlight.
The entire main force of Oración Seis had been defeated by Fairy Tail's wizards, and the fighting had been spectacular.
But that didn't mean the wizards from the other guilds had no sense of participation.
At the very least, everyone had taken part in this grand battle, fighting fiercely against the dark wizards and wiping out several dark guilds along the way.
For the entire world of magic, the gains from this operation were absolutely enormous.
One of the three great powers of the Balam Alliance, Oración Seis, had been destroyed, and most of the dark guilds under their banner had also been wiped out.
That kind of achievement was absolutely worth boasting about for a long, long time.
These dark guilds usually hid themselves very well, holed up in remote corners and never easily exposing their whereabouts or bases.
Whenever the Magic Council and the legal guilds wanted to eliminate them, they had to painstakingly trace them out bit by bit.
But this time, at Oración Seis's command, those guilds had no choice but to mobilize together and step out from the shadows.
That gave the legal wizards the perfect chance to exterminate them.
In that sense, they really did owe Oración Seis some thanks.
"Watch the prisoners carefully! Don't let them die, and don't let them escape! We still need these bastards to lead us to their hideouts so we can destroy them too!"
Lahar was glowing with excitement as he barked orders at his subordinates, making them guard the prisoners properly.
These captured dark wizards were extremely important.
They could help the Council completely root out the remaining dark guilds and prevent their remnants from rising again.
The dark wizards, meanwhile, all wore ashen faces. Their heads drooped, their spirits broken, like frostbitten eggplants.
Their defeat this time had been utterly miserable—and they hadn't even lost with any room left for pride.
In a direct confrontation, they had been crushed by the legal wizards.
Oración Seis had also been defeated by Fairy Tail.
And their only hope, their final hope—Brain, the leader of Oración Seis—had just been dragged back by Marco like a dead dog.
That was the last blow.
It was over.
Everything was over.
Every dark wizard understood that no miracle was coming.
What awaited them next would be final judgment—possibly prison, or perhaps even execution.
Everyone was desperately trying to remember what crimes they might be judged for.
Some were trembling like leaves, clearly convinced they didn't have much time left to live.
Others looked calmer, those were the ones whose offenses were lighter, the sort who could probably get out after serving a few years.
These captured dark wizards put on quite the display of humanity in all its forms.
Some were already shouting that they wanted to defect.
Others were trying to confess everything up front, hoping to earn leniency through cooperation.
They were yelling so urgently it was almost ridiculous, terrified someone else would snatch the chance before they could.
After all, some of the prisoners came from the same dark guild. If one person confessed first, the other's value would immediately drop.
"These people..."
Looking at these dark wizards making fools of themselves, Gray frowned.
All he could say was that these scumbags truly hadn't disappointed him.
No one even needed to interrogate them—they were already eager to sell out everything they knew, all for the sake of staying alive.
Gray kept walking and observing until he reached Fairy Tail's side, where he saw Brain, the "former Director of the Magic Development Bureau."
At the moment, Brain was receiving treatment.
There was no helping it.
If they didn't treat him properly now, he was definitely going to die.
Rozan Hakuryuu Ha was not the kind of attack one could survive easily.
Even Zero, who had already reached the level of a Wizard Saint, had been bombarded to the point where he was barely breathing.
In truth, Marco himself had already mastered healing abilities.
The ability to heal the human body was basic practice for every Saint, and even more so for a Gold Saint.
A sufficiently powerful Saint could revive anyone who wasn't already dead.
That was because a Saint's healing worked at the atomic level, repairing wounds and disease from the most fundamental layer.
So with the power of a Gold Saint, as long as the target had not died instantly, they could basically be saved.
What mattered was control at the microscopic level.
The Leo Gold Cloth had granted Marco that power—the true healing ability of a Gold Saint.
The Leo Gold Saint, famous for overwhelming destructive power, was itself focused on shattering everything at the microscopic level.
Naturally, it also possessed an equally powerful healing ability.
The two were interconnected: the same power could bring destruction, or it could bring healing.
But after confirming that Brain wasn't going to die just yet, Marco still handed him over to Wendy for treatment.
Since they had already brought little Wendy out to participate in battle, they might as well let her feel more involved—let her truly understand the cruelty of war, and the cruelty of being a wizard.
This was no game.
It was a genuine life-and-death war.
In reality, Wendy hadn't had a single moment to rest.
As a healing mage, she had long since been assigned by Makarov to treat the wounded.
After all, in a battle on this scale, it was impossible for the allied legal wizards to come away without injuries.
Working together with the healers of the other guilds, Wendy had been run off her feet, doing everything she could to save every wounded wizard and minimize the casualties on the side of the legal guilds.
And when it came to saving lives, Wendy never flinched.
She wasn't frightened by the sight of blood or mangled injuries.
At moments like this, Wendy was nothing like a frail little girl.
Instead, she showed incredible strength, earning the admiration of everyone around her.
The wounded she treated—and their families—were even calling her an angel.
That wasn't just because of Wendy's powerful healing magic, but also because of her personality.
This gentle yet determined little girl had won everyone's affection.
"Gray, come here for a second. There's something I need to tell you."
Gray had only just arrived when Marco noticed him and called him over.
He beckoned the shirtless guy, who was wandering around as usual.
"What is it, Marco?"
Gray came over, asking curiously.
His gaze swept over Brain, clearly rather interested in the leader of Oración Seis.
"It's about your master, Ur."
The moment Marco said that, Gray's eyes snapped toward him. He stared at Marco in shock, obviously having never expected that answer.
"About Ur?"
Gray looked completely baffled.
What did Oración Seis have to do with Ur?
The only one who seemed connected at all was Ultear, and it had already been confirmed that she wasn't one of Oración Seis.
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