The war had entered its final stage.
While Whitebeard and Blackbeard's earth-shattering duel raged on,
another front of the grand conflict had erupted —
the decisive clash between Fairy Tail and the World Government.
At the center of it all, Fairy Tail's S-Class mages, led by Gildarts,
faced off against the divine phantom beasts of the Knights of God.
"Rock Fist!!!"
Jura of Iron Rock pressed his palms together, his eyes gleaming like molten stone.
A violent surge of magic roared out from his body, shaking the earth itself.
With a thunderous crack, a colossal fist of stone —
as solid as forged steel — erupted from the ground,
smashing into Fenrir, the Giant Wolf King of the Northern Lands.
The impact hurled the beast into the air,
a geyser of blood spilling from his jaws.
"You insolent wretch!"
Fenrir howled, his voice echoing like a storm.
"You dare lay hands on one of the World Nobles!? You are already sentenced to death!"
Rage burned through the wolf's massive form as he swung his claws —
each one gleaming with cold, deadly light.
The air itself split apart as he slashed toward Jura.
But Jura didn't even flinch.
"Rock Mountain!!!"
With a calm motion, Jura pressed his hands together once more.
Behind him rose a towering golem of pure stone —
a titanic guardian god of rock and earth, unyielding and indestructible.
Even the claws of Fenrir, the fabled beast of the north,
could not so much as scratch it.
Instead, the violent recoil shattered Fenrir's claws and fingers one by one.
"Multiple Rock Pillars!!!"
Jura swept his arm downward.
In an instant, countless stone spires erupted from the ground,
piercing upward and smashing into Fenrir.
The wolf king screamed as he was hurled skyward,
vomiting blood again and again under the relentless assault.
It was the first true battle Jura of Iron Rock fought
as a full-fledged mage of Fairy Tail —
and he was dominating a foe at Admiral level with calm, unshakable precision.
"Ooooooooh!!!"
Across the world, at the Sabaody Islands' Live Broadcast Plaza,
crowds erupted in awe and disbelief.
"That's Jura of Iron Rock!!!"
"I heard he was powerful, but this—this is unbelievable!"
"This is the first time I've actually seen him fight!"
"He's even stronger than the rumors said!"
"What kind of ability is that? Can he really control the earth like that?"
"I think it's the Stone-Stone Fruit — the same type once used by a member of the Donquixote Family!"
"No way, his control is way beyond that Pica guy's!"
"I heard of another fruit — something that lets you merge with islands themselves. Maybe that's it?"
The plaza buzzed with speculation and excitement,
the entire world watching as Jura's stone magic overwhelmed the divine wolf.
Naval Headquarters — The Sky Battlefield
"Accept my soul — Satan Soul!!!"
With a blinding flash, Mirajane entered the fray.
Dark, demonic energy burst from her body, engulfing her in shadows.
When the smoke cleared, the gentle mage was gone —
in her place stood Demon Mirajane, her power unleashed.
Her opponent was one of the Knights of God,
a user of the Mythical Zoan: Griffon,
the King of Beasts that ruled both the sky and the earth.
"Pathetic creature," the griffon user sneered.
"Disappear into nothing!"
His eyes glowed crimson,
and two scarlet beams of energy fired forth like spears.
"Dark Rush!!!"
Mirajane raised her hand.
A swirling black magic circle bloomed before her palm.
From it erupted a beam of condensed demonic power,
clashing head-on with the griffon's twin blasts.
The sky trembled.
A deafening explosion tore through the heavens.
When the smoke parted,
black claws of pure darkness burst forth from the haze —
Mirajane's attack cutting through the griffon's assault like paper.
"Nani!?"
The griffon wielder's eyes widened in shock.
He flapped his wings frantically, diving out of the way,
barely escaping the demon's furious strike.
Another Battlefield
"Requip — Fairy Armor!!!"
A brilliant light flared.
Erza Scarlet, the Queen of Fairies,
stood bathed in radiance, her body encased in shimmering silver armor.
The wings on her back unfolded like blades of light.
The air itself trembled beneath her overwhelming magic power.
It was one of Erza's most powerful forms —
Fairy Armor, a holy armor that could rival even the mightiest of enemies.
And her opponent was a being of legend —
a Mythical Beast of the World Government,
the World Serpent, vast and ancient as the oceans themselves.
Her sword gleamed. Her magic surged.
The two legends stared each other down
as the final battles of the great war began to shake the heavens.