Chapter XXIX: Crimson Dawn- Teilanne the Destroyer Unleashed!
The God Slayer Returns
But Gine's victory celebration was short-lived. As she powered down from her Full Powered Super Saiyan state, a sinister chuckle echoed through the clearing. From the crater where Zancrow had fallen, black flames began to rise once more.
"Did you really think... that pathetic display... would be enough to finish me?" Zancrow's voice carried renewed malice as he struggled to his feet, his God Slayer magic flickering back to life despite his injuries.
Gine tensed, preparing to transform again, but Natsu stepped forward, his own flames igniting around his fists. "No, Gine. This one's mine now."
"Natsu, he's too dangerous—" she began, but the dragon slayer's determined expression stopped her words.
"You showed me what it means to fight for family," Natsu said firmly, his fire growing hotter as his resolve strengthened. "Now let me show you what Fairy Tail's all about."
Dragon Slayer vs. God Slayer: The Real Battle Begins
Zancrow's manic grin returned as he faced the pink-haired dragon slayer. "Ah, much better! The weakling wants to play hero! Let me introduce myself properly, insect. I am Zancrow, God Slayer of Grimoire Heart, and you're about to learn why dragons bow before gods!"
"I'm Natsu Dragneel of Fairy Tail," Natsu replied, his stance shifting to a combat-ready position. "And I don't bow to anyone!"
Their first exchange was brutal and immediate. Zancrow's divine flames clashed with Natsu's dragon fire in an explosion that shook the entire forest clearing. But the outcome was clearly in the God Slayer's favor—his black flames consumed Natsu's attacks and sent the dragon slayer skidding backward.
"Pathetic!" Zancrow laughed, pressing his advantage. "Is this really the best Fairy Tail has to offer?"
He launched himself forward, his flames wrapping around his limbs as he delivered a devastating series of kicks and punches that sent Natsu reeling. Each impact carried the corrupting power of God Slayer magic, making it impossible for Natsu to recover his usual rhythm.
As the battle intensified, Happy, Panther Lily, Carla, and Wendy attempted to escape to safer ground, flying toward the treeline. But Zancrow noticed their movement and grinned wickedly.
"Running away? How rude!" He unleashed a massive wave of black flame toward the airborne group. "Fire God's Bellow!"
"NO!" Natsu roared, but he was too far away to intercept the attack.
The divine flames struck their targets, sending the Exceeds and Wendy tumbling toward the ground in smoking trajectories. Fury like nothing he'd felt before surged through Natsu's entire being.
"FIRE DRAGON'S ROAR!" he bellowed, pouring everything he had into the attack.
But to his horror and amazement, Zancrow opened his mouth and began consuming the dragon fire, his expression one of sadistic pleasure as he devoured the flames that should have been Natsu's trump card.
"Delicious," Zancrow sneered, wiping his mouth. "Divine magic consumes all lesser powers. Now taste true godly fire! FIRE GOD'S BELLOW!"
The counterattack was overwhelming. Black flames erupted from Zancrow's mouth with enough force to level a mountain, catching Natsu directly and sending him plummeting over the edge of a nearby cliff in a cascade of stone and destruction.
Multiple Fronts
While Natsu battled for his life, other conflicts raged across the island. In a rocky clearing, Cana, Lucy, Loke, and Gray found themselves facing an opponent whose abilities defied explanation.
"How is he dodging everything?" Lucy gasped, her celestial spirits unable to land a single hit on Caprico despite their combined efforts.
"He's not using magic," Gray observed, his ice attacks consistently missing their target. "And he's not predicting our moves either. It's like he's just... naturally avoiding everything we throw at him."
Loke's expression grew increasingly worried as recognition dawned. "Lucy, stay back. I think I know what we're dealing with here."
"Oh?" Caprico's emotionless voice carried a hint of curiosity. "The Lion recognizes me? How interesting."
The Master's Fall
At the island's center, Natsu pulled himself from the rubble at the base of the cliff, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. That's when he saw him—Master Makarov, lying motionless on the ground, his clothes torn and his magical power nearly depleted.
"Master!" Natsu rushed to the old man's side, checking for signs of life.
Makarov's eyes opened weakly, focusing on his guild member with great effort. "Natsu... you must... escape with the others. Grimoire Heart... they're too powerful. We cannot win this battle."
"Like hell!" Natsu's flames flared with renewed intensity. "I'm not running away! This is our island, our trial, our family! I don't care how strong they are!"
"You don't understand," Makarov whispered urgently. "Hades... he was once—"
"THERE YOU ARE, DRAGON SLAYER!"
Zancrow's voice cut through the conversation as he descended from above, his God Slayer flames creating a pillar of black fire that lit up the clearing. But Natsu wasn't shaking from fear of Zancrow—he was trembling with anticipation and rage.
"Someone's fighting Hades," Natsu growled, sensing the massive magical signatures clashing in the distance. "And if anyone's gonna take down their boss, IT'S GONNA BE ME!"
Sister vs. Brother: The Tree King's Challenge
In another part of the forest, Azuma's tree magic had created an arena of twisted wood and corrupted nature. Lisanna faced him first, her Take Over magic allowing rapid transformations as she cycled through different animal forms.
"Animal Soul: Cat!" she called out, her enhanced speed letting her dodge Azuma's initial root attacks.
"Animal Soul: Bird!" The transformation gave her flight, but Azuma's magic controlled the very trees she tried to use as cover.
"Impressive adaptability," Azuma noted clinically as his attacks forced Lisanna to continuously shift forms. "But animals are still part of nature's hierarchy. And I am the Tree King."
His counterattack came in the form of massive wooden spears that erupted from the ground, forcing Lisanna to dodge frantically. But one caught her off-guard, sending her tumbling to the forest floor with a pained cry.
That's when the temperature in the clearing dropped to near-freezing levels.
"You just made a very big mistake," Mirajane's voice carried the cold promise of demonic retribution as her magical power began to manifest around her. "Nobody hurts my little sister and walks away."
Her transformation was terrifying to behold—Satan Soul: Sitri blazing to life as her demonic magic painted the clearing in shades of otherworldly power.
"You'll regret underestimating Fairy Tail," she continued, her demonic features set in an expression of absolute fury. "And you'll really regret hurting family."
The Inescapable Flame
Back at the center of the island, Natsu and Zancrow's battle reached its climax. The God Slayer's confidence had returned completely, and he was determined to finish what he'd started.
"Time to end this charade," Zancrow declared, his flames taking on an even darker hue. "FIRE GOD'S SUPPER!"
The attack wasn't just fire—it was a binding technique that wrapped around Natsu like living chains of divine flame. But unlike normal fire, these couldn't be extinguished or escaped. They would burn continuously until nothing remained of their target.
"This fire doesn't stop until you're ash," Zancrow explained with sadistic pleasure. "And the best part? It's completely inedible. Even for dragon slayers."
Natsu struggled against the bonds, trying desperately to consume the flames as he had with every other fire he'd encountered. But nothing happened. The divine nature of the magic made it impossible for his dragon slayer abilities to process.
"Natsu!" Makarov struggled to his feet despite his injuries. "I won't let you die here!"
"TITAN MAGIC: GIANT TRANSFORMATION!" The master's body expanded to enormous proportions as he wrapped his massive hands around Zancrow, squeezing with crushing force.
"Let him go!" Makarov demanded, his grip tightening despite the God Slayer flames that were now burning his enlarged form.
"Foolish old man!" Zancrow snarled, turning his flames on Makarov directly. But instead of releasing his grip, the master squeezed even harder, accepting the pain to protect his guild member.
As the battle raged, Natsu felt his magical reserves draining away completely. The inescapable fire was consuming not just his body, but his magical power itself. For a moment, darkness crept at the edges of his vision.
But then something impossible happened.
The Dragon God's Revelation
As Natsu's magical power reached absolute zero, the God Slayer flames suddenly became... edible. With his own magic completely depleted, there was nothing left to interfere with his dragon slayer abilities' fundamental nature.
"That's it!" he realized, his eyes widening with understanding. "I can't eat it while I have my own magic interfering!"
He began consuming Zancrow's inescapable flames, each bite making him stronger as divine fire became fuel for dragon power. The sensation was unlike anything he'd experienced—not just eating fire, but consuming the very concept of divine authority itself.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Zancrow screamed, his confidence shattering as his ultimate technique was devoured before his eyes. "THOSE FLAMES ARE INEDIBLE! THEY'RE DIVINE!"
"Maybe for everyone else," Natsu replied, his power climbing to levels he'd never reached before. The combination of divine fire and his own depleted magical reserves created a reaction that transcended normal dragon slayer limitations.
"But I'm Natsu Dragneel of Fairy Tail. And we don't believe in impossible!"
His final attack combined every aspect of his heritage and training. Dragon fire enhanced by consumed divine flames, shaped by technique learned from Igneel, and powered by the absolute determination to protect his family.
"DRAGON GOD'S BRILLIANT FLAME!"
The blast wasn't just fire—it was the fusion of dragon and divine power, creating something entirely new. Zancrow's scream was cut short as the attack overwhelmed his defenses completely, leaving him defeated and unconscious in a crater of his own making.
As the flames died away, Natsu stood victorious, his body still smoking from the divine fire he'd consumed. But his eyes were already turning toward the center of the island, where the real battle was just beginning.
"Hang on, everyone," he muttered, his power still climbing from the divine magic he'd absorbed. "I'm coming."
Recognition Between Warriors
Gine, who had respectfully stepped back to allow Natsu his personal battle with Zancrow, now walked forward with a proud smile on her face. The dragon slayer turned as she approached, and without hesitation, she extended her fist toward him.
"That was incredible," she said genuinely, her respect evident in her voice. "You took what you saw from my fight and made it your own. That's what real warriors do."
Natsu grinned and met her fist bump with enthusiasm, the contact creating a small burst of residual energy from their combined power. "Learned from the best! Though I gotta say, your version looked a lot cleaner than mine."
"Experience comes with practice," Gine laughed. "Besides, you did something I couldn't—you found a way to turn his own divine power against him. Igneel would be proud."
Their moment of camaraderie was interrupted by a distant roar of fury that shook the very foundations of the island. Both dragon slayers turned toward the sound, recognizing the voice immediately.
The Legendary Super Saiyan's Wrath
Deep in Azuma's corrupted forest domain, Kizuna's arrival had coincided with the tree mage's most vicious attack yet. Lisanna lay trapped beneath twisted roots that were slowly draining her life force, while Mirajane's demonic transformation battled desperately against an entire forest that had turned hostile.
"Satan Soul: Halphas!" Mira called out, her demonic magic carving through the attacking vegetation, but for every branch she destroyed, three more took its place. Worse, she could see her sister growing weaker with each passing second.
"The bond between siblings," Azuma observed with clinical detachment. "How touching. Watch as I use it to destroy you both."
His magic intensified, the roots around Lisanna beginning to constrict with lethal force. That's when the forest itself seemed to recoil in terror.
Kizuna's presence announced itself not with his usual controlled power, but with something far more primal. His massive frame emerged from the treeline, but his appearance had changed dramatically. His hair had taken on a yellow-green tint, standing more on end than usual, while his muscle mass had increased significantly. Most striking were his eyes—no longer the calm gaze of a controlled warrior, but the wild, unfocused stare of barely contained rage.
This was the Ikari state—the wrathful form that bridged the gap between base power and true Super Saiyan transformation. It was Kizuna's anger made manifest, his protective instincts given physical form.
"GET. AWAY. FROM. THEM." His voice carried harmonic frequencies that didn't just shake the ground—they caused Azuma's corrupted trees to wither and die from the pure intensity of his fury.
"Another interruption?" Azuma tried to maintain his composed demeanor, but even he could sense that something had fundamentally changed in the battlefield's dynamic. "No matter. The forest obeys my will, and—"
His words were cut off as Kizuna moved. The legendary Super Saiyan's speed in his wrathful state defied comprehension, allowing him to appear directly beside the trapped Lisanna before Azuma could even process what was happening.
But instead of attacking the roots directly, Kizuna did something that demonstrated the precision that lay beneath his rage. His energy created a perfect protective barrier around Lisanna while simultaneously sending pulse waves through the ground that severed every root and vine in a hundred-meter radius—without causing a single scratch to the young mage he was rescuing.
"Lisanna!" Mirajane cried out in relief as her sister was freed from the life-draining trap.
"I'm okay, Mira-nee," Lisanna gasped, though she was clearly weakened by the experience. "But Kizuna... he's..."
They both stared in awe at the transformed Saiyan. His Ikari state radiated power that made the very air difficult to breathe, but beneath the overwhelming energy was something they recognized—the same protective fury they felt when their own family was threatened.
Azuma, meanwhile, found himself facing a level of power that exceeded every calculation in his tactical analysis. His tree magic, which had dominated the battlefield moments before, now seemed pathetically inadequate against energy that was systematically purifying the corruption from his domain simply by existing in proximity to it.
"This is impossible," he whispered, watching as decades of careful magical cultivation were undone by raw power that operated outside the rules of natural magic. "My authority over nature is absolute!"
"Wrong," Kizuna replied, his wrathful state allowing him to speak with the accumulated wisdom of his Saiyan heritage while maintaining the emotional intensity of his protective rage. "Family is absolute. Everything else is just details."
His counterattack wasn't just an energy blast—it was the physical manifestation of his determination to protect Mira and Lisanna, enhanced by the legendary power that had made him famous across multiple dimensions. The result was devastation that didn't just defeat Azuma, but restored the entire forest to its natural, uncorrupted state.
As the tree mage fell unconscious, his magical hold over the corrupted woodland finally broken, Kizuna's Ikari form began to fade. His hair returned to its normal color and his muscle mass decreased, but his eyes remained focused on the two sisters with protective concern.
"Are you both alright?" he asked, his voice returning to its usual gentle tone despite the residual energy still crackling around his form.
Mirajane rushed to his side, her own demonic transformation fading as relief washed over her. "Kizuna, that power... I've never seen you like that before."
"The Ikari state," he explained quietly, pulling her into a protective embrace while keeping one eye on the recovering Lisanna. "It happens when my family is threatened beyond what I can rationally handle. I lose some control, but gain access to power that bridges toward my full potential."
He looked down at her with eyes that held both tremendous power and infinite gentleness. "Nobody hurts you on my watch, Mira. Nobody."
The Destroyer Rises
As Kizuna's protective display faded into the forest's restored tranquility, a new presence made itself known across the entire island. The air itself began to vibrate with an energy signature that dwarfed everything that had come before—even the legendary power displays of her children seemed subdued by comparison.
Teilanne's crimson aura manifested not as a gradual buildup, but as an instantaneous eruption of power that painted the night sky in shades of destruction and maternal fury. Every member of Fairy Tail on the island felt it simultaneously—not just raw strength, but the focused rage of a mother whose children had been threatened.
At the island's center, Hades felt the approach of this overwhelming presence and for the first time in centuries, genuine uncertainty crept into his ancient features. This wasn't just another guild mage coming to challenge him. This was something that had made even Jose Porla—the former master of Phantom Lord and one of the Ten Wizard Saints—flee in terror rather than face her wrath.
"So," he murmured, his grip tightening on his staff as reality itself seemed to bend around the approaching figure, "the legends about the Destroyer weren't exaggerated after all."
The Mother's Declaration
Teilanne descended from the sky like a crimson meteor, her landing creating a crater that spoke to barely contained power. But what was most terrifying about her presence wasn't the raw energy radiating from her form—it was the cold, controlled fury in her eyes as she surveyed the battlefield where her family had been forced to fight for their lives.
"Hades," she said, her voice carrying the weight of absolute judgment. "Former master of Fairy Tail. Current threat to my children."
Her power signature continued to climb, passing levels that made the very air difficult to breathe. But beneath the overwhelming energy was something far more dangerous—the calculating mind of a warrior who had faced darkness across dimensions and emerged victorious every time.
"You made several critical errors tonight," Teilanne continued, her aura beginning to take on properties that seemed to warp space itself around her. "You threatened Fairy Tail, which I've claimed as my extended family. You attacked this island while my husband was present. And worst of all..."
Her transformation began in earnest, crimson energy spiraling around her as her power accessed levels that had once made Jose Porla abandon his entire guild rather than face her direct challenge.
"You put my children in danger."
The Ancient Master's Realization
Hades had lived for centuries. He had accumulated forbidden knowledge that spanned generations of dark research. He had transformed himself into something beyond mortal limitations and commanded power that had made him a legend among the Balam Alliance.
But as he stared at the woman floating before him, her crimson aura continuing to intensify with each passing moment, he understood with crystal clarity why Jose Porla—a man who had commanded armies and challenged the Magic Council itself—had chosen exile over confronting this particular opponent.
"The fury of a Saiyan mother," he whispered, recognition dawning. "Even Jose, with all his arrogance and power, knew better than to face this."
Teilanne's response was to power up even further, her energy reaching levels that made his own considerable magical reserves seem insignificant by comparison. But what truly unnerved him was the precision of her power—this wasn't wild, uncontrolled rage, but focused maternal fury backed by techniques refined through countless battles.
"Jose was wise to run," she replied, her voice carrying harmonic frequencies that made the ground crack beneath their feet. "He understood something you apparently don't—that threatening a Saiyan's family is the last mistake anyone ever makes."
The Power That Legends Fear
Her full transformation was a sight that would have been burned into the memory of anyone fortunate enough to witness it and survive. Crimson energy erupted around her in waves that didn't just demonstrate raw power, but actively rewrote the rules of magical physics in her immediate vicinity.
This was the power that had made Jose Porla abandon Phantom Lord entirely rather than risk her retaliation. The strength that had carved legends across multiple dimensions. The fury of a mother who had watched her children fight for their lives against enemies who should never have been allowed to threaten them in the first place.
"My children handled your Seven Kin with the efficiency I taught them," Teilanne said, her power continuing to climb toward levels that made reality itself protest. "Gine mastered the Full Powered Super Saiyan transformation and annihilated your God Slayer. Kizuna's legendary status reduced your tree mage to insignificance. Uruk's enhanced analysis dismantled your artist's imagination itself. Cumber's protective instincts prevented your memory mage from harming even one hair on Wendy's head."
Each word carried the weight of absolute certainty, and Hades found himself taking an involuntary step backward as her aura expanded beyond anything his sensors could properly measure.
"They are strong because I taught them to be strong," she continued, her transformation nearing completion. "They are protective because I showed them what family means. And they are victorious because I gave them the tools to never accept defeat when defending what they love."
The Final Confrontation Begins
Hades raised his staff, calling upon centuries of accumulated dark knowledge as his own power began to manifest around him. Chains of shadow erupted from the ground while Amaterasu's black flames painted the clearing in otherworldly light. But even as his most devastating techniques took shape, he could feel the vast gap between his abilities and the power radiating from the woman before him.
"You think maternal fury makes you invincible?" he challenged, though his voice carried none of its usual confidence. "I am Hades, master of Grimoire Heart! I have transcended mortal limitations and unlocked the very secrets of magic itself!"
Teilanne's response was a smile that held no warmth whatsoever—only the promise of destruction so complete that it would serve as a warning to anyone who might consider threatening her family in the future.
"Then let me show you," she said, her power finally reaching its peak as crimson energy painted the entire clearing in shades of impending doom, "why even the formidable Jose Porla was afraid for his life when he heard my name."
The battle between ancient darkness and maternal fury was about to begin, and the very island trembled in anticipation of the clash that would determine the fate of everyone Teilanne held dear.
The Full Power of a Saiyan Mother
What happened next defied every calculation in Hades' vast repository of magical knowledge. Teilanne's transformation wasn't gradual—it was an explosion of power that made the entire island of Tenroujima shake as if the world itself was protesting the energy being unleashed upon it.
Her hair erupted into the golden blonde of the legendary Super Saiyan, but unlike her daughter's earlier display, this transformation carried the weight of absolute mastery. The green tints that marked the Full Powered state were more pronounced, and her aura didn't just radiate power—it actively rewrote the laws of physics in her immediate vicinity.
The ground beneath their feet cracked in perfect geometric patterns as shockwaves rippled outward from her position. Trees that had stood for centuries bent away from the pressure of her energy. The very air became thick and difficult to breathe as her ki density approached levels that shouldn't have been possible within the confines of a single dimension.
"This... this is only the first level?" Hades whispered, his ancient features contorting with growing horror as his magical sensors registered readings that exceeded every parameter in Grimoire Heart's databases.
But what truly terrified him wasn't just the raw power—it was the controlled precision of it. This wasn't wild, uncontrolled energy like he'd seen from other legendary transformations. This was the focused might of a warrior who had spent decades perfecting her craft, now enhanced by maternal fury that transformed discipline into something approaching divine wrath.
A Force of Nature Unleashed
Teilanne's completed transformation made her appear less like a person and more like a force of nature given humanoid form. Her golden aura crackled with electrical discharge that created aurora-like patterns in the night sky above Tenrou Island. The pressure of her presence alone was enough to make the ancient trees creak and groan as if they were witnessing the birth of a new natural disaster.
"You wanted to see the power that made Jose Porla flee," she said, her voice now carrying harmonic frequencies that made reality itself vibrate in resonance. "This is what he was afraid to face. Not just strength, but the focused wrath of someone who has transcended the normal limits of what's possible."
Hades felt something he hadn't experienced in centuries—genuine, primal fear. Not the tactical concern of facing a challenging opponent, but the instinctive terror of prey animals when confronted by an apex predator. This woman wasn't just powerful; she was power incarnate, focused through the lens of maternal protection and refined by techniques that operated outside his understanding of magical law.
"I have... centuries of accumulated knowledge," he stammered, his grip tightening on his staff as he tried to convince himself that his dark magic could somehow bridge the vast gap between their abilities. "Forbidden techniques that—"
"Mean nothing," Teilanne finished, taking a single step forward that created a crater beneath her foot and sent shockwaves rippling across the entire island. "Because you're not fighting magic anymore, Hades. You're fighting the fury of a mother who watched her children risk their lives because of your ambition."
The Realization of Catastrophic Error
Every seismic reading on the island spiked simultaneously as Teilanne's power continued to stabilize at levels that made her daughter's Full Powered transformation seem restrained by comparison. This was decades of experience with the legendary form, refined through countless battles and enhanced by the protective instincts that had driven her to heights even other Saiyans couldn't achieve.
Hades' ancient mind, trained through centuries of tactical analysis, finally grasped the true magnitude of his miscalculation. He had prepared for a guild war. He had accounted for S-Class mages and perhaps even Gildarts' legendary crash magic. But he had never imagined that he would face something that transcended the very framework of magical combat itself.
"You're not just a mage," he said, the realization hitting him with the force of revelation. "You're a living weapon of mass destruction."
"No," Teilanne replied, her golden aura intensifying as she prepared to demonstrate exactly why Jose Porla had chosen exile over confrontation. "I'm a mother whose children were threatened. And you're about to learn why that's infinitely more dangerous than any weapon ever created."
The air itself began to scream in protest as her power output approached levels that made the island's magical defenses strain to contain the energy. This was only the Full Powered version of her base Super Saiyan form—and the thought of what her higher transformations might be capable of filled Hades with a dread that his centuries of existence had never prepared him to handle.
The battle was about to begin, and for the first time since his transformation into the master of darkness, Hades understood with crystal clarity that he might not survive the encounter.
An Island-Wide Awakening
Across the entirety of Tenroujima, every living being felt the moment Teilanne's Full Powered Super Saiyan transformation reached its peak. The golden light that erupted from the island's center was visible from every corner of the landmass, painting the night sky in aurora-like patterns that spoke to power beyond mortal comprehension.
The Children's Recognition
Gine, still standing beside Natsu after their victory over Zancrow, suddenly straightened as the familiar energy signature washed over her. But this wasn't the controlled power she remembered from training sessions—this was her mother's fury given form, enhanced by protective instincts that had pushed her transformation beyond anything Gine had witnessed before.
"Mom's really angry," she whispered, her own Super Saiyan instincts responding to the overwhelming presence with a mixture of awe and recognition.
Natsu, who had thought he understood power after consuming Zancrow's divine flames, found himself humbled by the sheer magnitude of energy radiating from the island's center. "That's... that's your mom?"
"That's what happens when you threaten her family," Gine replied, her voice carrying both pride and concern. "I've never felt her power at this level before."
In the restored forest, Kizuna's protective embrace of Mirajane tightened as his legendary Super Saiyan heritage resonated with his mother's transformation. His own considerable power seemed like a candle compared to the blazing sun that had manifested at the island's heart.
"She's not holding back," he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of someone who understood exactly what they were witnessing. "This is the power that made her a legend across dimensions."
Mira looked toward the golden light with wonder and not a little fear. "Is she... is she going to be okay?"
"She's not the one we need to worry about," Kizuna replied, his confidence in his mother absolute despite the unprecedented levels of power being displayed.
Uruk's analytical screens were going haywire, unable to properly process the energy readings emanating from his mother's location. His enhanced Saiyan intellect could barely comprehend the tactical implications of power operating at such scales.
"Fascinating," he murmured, though his clinical tone couldn't hide his amazement. "Mother's power signature has exceeded every parameter in my databases. She's rewriting the fundamental laws of energy conservation simply by existing at this level."
Cumber, still maintaining his protective field around Wendy, felt his own crash magic resonating with the overwhelming presence of his mother's transformation. The young Sky Dragon Slayer looked toward the golden light with wide eyes.
"Is that really Teilanne-san?" Wendy asked in amazement.
"That's our mom when someone threatens her family," Cumber replied, his quiet voice carrying absolute certainty. "And right now, she considers everyone on this island family."
The Guild's Witness
Gildarts stood at his position near the island's center, feeling his wife's power building to levels that exceeded even his crash magic's ability to fully comprehend. But more than the raw strength, he sensed the focused fury driving her transformation—the maternal rage of someone who had watched her children risk their lives against enemies who should never have been allowed to threaten them.
"That's my wife," he said with a mixture of pride and awe, his own considerable magical presence seeming subdued in comparison to the golden inferno erupting around Teilanne's position.
Across the island, other Fairy Tail members stopped their own battles and recovery efforts to stare in wonder at the light show painting the night sky. Levy, still catching her breath from fighting Grimoire Heart soldiers, felt tears in her eyes as she sensed the protective fury radiating from that overwhelming presence.
"She's fighting for all of us," Levy whispered, understanding instinctively that the power being displayed wasn't born from ambition or conquest, but from the simple desire to protect everyone who bore the Fairy Tail mark.
Erza, her own formidable magical presence dwarfed by what she was witnessing, felt something she rarely experienced—genuine humility in the face of power that operated beyond her understanding of what was possible.
"The Destroyer," she murmured, finally understanding why that title carried such weight among the dark guilds. "This is what they feared."
The Enemy's Terror
Even the defeated members of Grimoire Heart felt Teilanne's transformation, and those still conscious found themselves paralyzed by instinctive terror. Zancrow, barely conscious in his crater, let out a whimper as he sensed power that made his divine flames seem like party tricks in comparison.
Azuma, his connection to the island's natural energy allowing him to feel the full scope of Teilanne's transformation, understood with crystal clarity why his tree magic had been so easily overcome. He hadn't been defeated by superior technique—he had encountered a force of nature that his magic couldn't even begin to challenge.
Ultear, hidden in her concealed position, felt her time magic recoiling from the sheer magnitude of power being displayed. Her abilities, which could manipulate the flow of time itself, seemed insignificant in the face of energy that was actively rewriting the rules of reality.
The Black Wizard's Respect
Deep in his meditative grove, Zeref opened his ancient eyes and turned his attention toward the unprecedented display of power erupting at the island's center. In all his centuries of immortal existence, through all the wars and conflicts he had witnessed, he had never encountered energy that operated on this scale while maintaining such precise control.
"Remarkable," he murmured, his voice carrying genuine respect as he observed the golden light painting the sky. "I expected Hades to face powerful opposition, but this... this transcends every calculation in my understanding."
He stood slowly, his own considerable magical presence seeming subdued in comparison to what he was witnessing. For the first time in centuries, Zeref found himself curious about the outcome of a battle that didn't directly involve his own cursed existence.
"The fury of a mother protecting her children," he observed quietly, his ancient wisdom recognizing the driving force behind such unprecedented power. "Perhaps even my curse would hesitate to challenge something so pure in its purpose."
The golden light continued to intensify, and even from his distant position, Zeref could sense that this display was only the beginning. Hades, in his arrogance and ambition, had awakened something that even the Black Wizard himself viewed with respectful wariness.
"You chose your enemy poorly, old friend," Zeref whispered into the night air, his words carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "Some powers are never meant to be challenged."
The Final Confrontation
The battle began not with elaborate speeches or tactical positioning, but with an exchange of power that rewrote the fundamental rules of magical combat. Hades unleashed everything in his arsenal—centuries of accumulated dark magic, forbidden techniques that had taken lifetimes to master, and the overwhelming presence of his Amaterasu flames that could consume even light itself.
But Teilanne's response was devastatingly simple. She moved.
Her Full Powered Super Saiyan speed made her appear to teleport across the battlefield, her golden aura leaving trails of energy that hung in the air like frozen lightning. Hades' most powerful attacks struck empty space as she flowed around his defenses with the precision of someone who had spent decades perfecting the art of combat.
"Impossible," Hades snarled, pouring more power into his Chain Magic as shadowy bindings erupted from the ground to entangle her. "My techniques have been refined over centuries!"
Teilanne's answer was to grab the magical chains bare-handed and simply crush them, her ki-enhanced strength making Hades' binding spells seem like children's toys. The casual ease with which she negated his most powerful techniques sent waves of despair through the watching members of Grimoire Heart.
Witnesses to Destruction
Aboard the Grimoire Heart airship, the defeated Seven Kin of Purgatory watched in growing horror as their master—the man they had believed invincible—was systematically outclassed by a single opponent. Meredy's sensory link magic allowed her to feel the vast gap between Hades' power and the overwhelming force he was facing.
"She's toying with him," Meredy whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of battle echoing from the island below. "This isn't even a real fight."
Ultear, her time magic still recoiling from the proximity to Teilanne's energy, found herself unable to look away from the golden light that dominated the battlefield. "I can't even track her movements properly. It's like she's operating outside the normal flow of time itself."
The other defeated members of their group—what remained of Zancrow's consciousness, Azuma's battered form, Rustyrose's artistic spirit crushed—could only watch as every tactical assumption they had made about this mission crumbled before the reality of facing a true Saiyan warrior in her element.
Even the regular Grimoire Heart soldiers aboard the ship felt the overwhelming pressure of Teilanne's presence. This wasn't just magical power—it was the focused wrath of someone who had transcended normal limitations through decades of training and the driving force of maternal protection.
The Heart of Darkness Revealed
As the battle progressed, Hades found himself being driven back step by step, his centuries of accumulated power proving insufficient against an opponent whose abilities operated on principles he couldn't comprehend. In desperation, he made a tactical decision that revealed the true source of his strength.
"DEVIL'S HEART!" he roared, his magical presence suddenly intensifying as he drew upon the forbidden artifact that had granted him immortality and unlimited magical power. "WITNESS THE SOURCE OF MY TRUE STRENGTH!"
The Devil's Heart materialized—a pulsing, malevolent organ of pure dark energy that had sustained Hades' extended existence and amplified his magical capabilities beyond normal mortal limits. Its presence made the very air thick with corruption and malice.
But Teilanne's response was not fear or tactical retreat. Instead, her golden aura intensified even further, and for the first time since the battle began, she spoke directly to her opponent.
"So that's how you've been cheating death," she observed, her voice carrying the clinical assessment of a warrior analyzing an opponent's weakness. "An external power source that grants artificial immortality and unlimited magical reserves."
The Destroyer's Verdict
What happened next would be burned into the memory of every witness for the rest of their lives. Teilanne didn't attack the Devil's Heart with complex magical techniques or elaborate strategies. Instead, she did what she did best—she destroyed it with overwhelming force applied with surgical precision.
Her energy blast wasn't just powerful—it was perfectly calibrated to obliterate the Devil's Heart while leaving Hades alive to face the consequences of his defeat. The forbidden artifact that had sustained him for centuries simply ceased to exist, its dark energy dissipating like smoke before the golden inferno of her transformation.
"No... NO!" Hades screamed as he felt his artificial immortality and amplified power draining away. Without the Devil's Heart, he was merely an ancient man whose body should have died decades ago, sustained only by magical techniques that were rapidly failing him.
Teilanne descended slowly, her transformation beginning to fade as the immediate threat was neutralized. But her eyes remained focused on Hades with the cold assessment of someone who had eliminated a threat to her family.
"You made the mistake of threatening my children," she said simply, her voice carrying the finality of absolute judgment. "The only reason you're still breathing is so you can remember this lesson: never threaten a Saiyan's family."
The Legend Confirmed
As Hades collapsed, his body finally succumbing to the accumulated weight of centuries without the Devil's Heart to sustain him, the witnesses to this battle understood they had seen something unprecedented in the magical world's history. This wasn't just the defeat of a powerful dark wizard—it was the confirmation of legends that many had thought exaggerated.
Teilanne Clive, known as the Destroyer, had single-handedly ended a threat that had taken an entire guild's combined strength to challenge. She was the wife of Gildarts Clive, the matriarch of Fairy Tail's family of Saiyans, and the woman whose power had made even the formidable Jose Porla flee in terror rather than face her wrath.
As the golden light faded from the battlefield and peace returned to Tenrou Island, everyone present understood that they had witnessed the true meaning of the Destroyer's legend. This was why dark guilds spoke her name in whispers, why the Balam Alliance treated the Clive family with wariness approaching fear, and why Fairy Tail's reputation had grown beyond the guild's individual members to encompass the legendary warriors who called it home.
The battle was over. The threat was ended. And Teilanne's family—all of them, blood and chosen alike—was safe once more.
The Gathering of Family
As the golden light of Teilanne's transformation finally faded completely, the other members of Fairy Tail began converging on the battlefield. Makarov, though still bearing injuries from his earlier confrontation with Hades, moved with renewed vigor as he witnessed the aftermath of his daughter-in-law's decisive victory.
"Teilanne," Makarov called out, his voice carrying both relief and profound gratitude. "Once again, you've protected our family when we needed it most."
Gildarts reached his wife first, pulling her into an embrace that spoke to both his pride in her strength and his relief that the immediate danger had passed. "Show off," he murmured affectionately into her hair. "Could've left some of him for the rest of us."
"He threatened our children," Teilanne replied simply, her voice still carrying traces of the protective fury that had driven her transformation. "There wasn't going to be anything left for anyone else."
Around them, the Clive children began arriving—Gine still accompanied by Natsu, Kizuna with Mirajane at his side, Uruk carrying diagnostic data about the battle's energy readings, and Cumber ensuring that Wendy remained safe despite the overwhelming power displays she'd witnessed.
Reunions and Revelations
"Gray!" Lucy called out as she spotted her teammate approaching through the restored forest. "Thank goodness you're alright!"
"Where's Juvia?" Gray asked immediately, looking around for his determined pursuer.
"She was pursuing someone she thought might be Zeref," Erza reported, her armor bearing scratches from her own battles with Grimoire Heart's lesser forces. "She should return soon."
That's when an unexpected figure emerged from the treeline, causing several guild members to tense reflexively. Laxus Dreyar walked into the clearing with his usual confident stride, followed closely by the Thunder God Tribe.
"LAXUS!" Makarov's voice boomed with comical outrage as he spotted his grandson. "What are you doing on this island?! You're still in exile!"
Laxus simply shrugged, his characteristic indifference intact despite the circumstances. "Figured you might need the help. Turns out I was wrong—looks like the Destroyer handled everything just fine."
His gaze found Gine among the gathered crowd, and for a moment, his confident facade faltered as he took in her appearance. She had grown stronger since their last meeting, and the residual energy from her earlier transformation still clung to her like an aura of power that made his own lightning magic seem subdued by comparison.
A weighted look passed between them—months of separation, unresolved feelings, and the growth they had both experienced during their time apart. The other guild members seemed to sense the gravity of the moment, falling silent as Laxus walked directly toward the young Saiyan woman.
"I understand now," he said quietly, his voice carrying a vulnerability that few had ever heard from him before. "What you were trying to teach me before I left. About strength, about family, about what really matters."
Gine's face lit up with a smile that seemed to illuminate the entire clearing. Without hesitation, she launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around the lightning dragon slayer in an embrace that spoke to months of worry and relief at seeing him safe.
"You big lug," she said affectionately, her voice muffled against his chest. Then, pulling back slightly to look up at him with eyes that sparkled with both exasperation and deep fondness, she added, "My idiot."
The watching guild members exchanged glances—some knowing, some surprised, but all recognizing the obvious connection between the two powerful dragon slayers. Even Makarov's comical outrage seemed to soften as he witnessed his grandson's genuine emotional growth.
"Laxus-sama!" Evergreen squealed with delight, apparently forgetting the serious nature of their situation in her joy at seeing their leader again, though she couldn't help but notice the intimate exchange between him and Gine.
"Boss!" Bickslow's dolls chorused excitedly. "Boss is back! Boss found love!"
Fried maintained his usual composed demeanor, but his relief was evident, along with a small smile of approval at seeing his leader's obvious happiness. "It's good to see you well, Laxus. Both of you."
The Defeated Enemy's Plea
As the Fairy Tail members continued their reunions, a weak voice called out from the crater where Hades lay defeated. The ancient wizard, his artificial immortality stripped away and his body finally succumbing to the weight of centuries, looked toward his former student with eyes that held both regret and resignation.
"Makarov," Hades whispered, his voice barely audible. "End this. Finish what your daughter-in-law started. I have nothing left."
Makarov approached slowly, his expression a complex mixture of anger, sadness, and disappointment. This was the man who had once been Precht Gaebolg, Fairy Tail's second master and someone he had respected deeply.
"No," Makarov said firmly. "I won't kill you, Precht. But you can't stay here. Take your remaining followers and leave Tenrou Island. If I ever see you threatening my family again, I won't be the one you have to worry about."
He glanced meaningfully at Teilanne, who was still radiating enough residual power to make her previous display seem like a gentle reminder rather than her full capabilities.
Hades nodded weakly, understanding the implicit threat. Even if he somehow recovered his strength, the memory of facing the Destroyer would prevent him from ever directly challenging Fairy Tail again.
Return to Camp and Unexpected Confession
The guild members made their way back to the camp that had been established for the S-Class trials, supporting their injured and celebrating their victory over Grimoire Heart. The mood was cautiously optimistic—they had faced incredible danger and emerged stronger for it.
That's when Juvia returned, and her usual exuberance was notably absent. She approached the group with her head down, her entire demeanor radiating shame and disappointment.
"Juvia has failed," she announced miserably. "Juvia encountered Zeref himself, but she was too weak to capture him. He escaped, and now Juvia has let everyone down."
She knelt before Gray, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. "Juvia begs Gray-sama to punish her for her failure. Please, hit Juvia to teach her the lesson she deserves!"
"Juvia, that's ridiculous," Gray replied, though his tone was gentler than usual. "Nobody expected you to capture Zeref by yourself. The fact that you found him at all is impressive."
"But—"
"No buts," Teilanne interjected, her maternal instincts extending to all of Fairy Tail's members. "You did your best in an impossible situation. That's all anyone can ask."
Celebration and Recovery
Despite the serious nature of their trials, the guild members began to relax as the reality of their victory set in. Injuries were treated with a combination of medical magic and old-fashioned first aid, while stories of individual battles were shared around the campfire.
"So Gine really achieved Full Powered Super Saiyan?" Levy asked in amazement, looking at the seemingly modest young woman with new respect.
"And Kizuna's Ikari state restored an entire corrupted forest?" Wendy added, still processing everything she had witnessed.
"The real star was Mom, though," Uruk observed clinically. "Her power output exceeded every theoretical maximum in my databases. I'll need to completely recalibrate my understanding of Saiyan capabilities."
As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Even Laxus found himself drawn into conversations, though he maintained his characteristic aloofness. His eyes kept drifting to Gine, who seemed to glow with confidence and power that hadn't been there during his exile.
The Black Wizard's Wrath
Meanwhile, aboard the Grimoire Heart airship, the surviving members of the Seven Kin tended to their wounds and tried to process their complete defeat. Hades had been helped aboard by his remaining followers, his body barely sustained by what little magical power remained to him.
"How did this happen?" Rustyrose muttered, his artistic spirit crushed by the systematic dismantling of his imagination-based magic. "We were the Seven Kin of Purgatory. We were supposed to be unstoppable."
"That woman... the Destroyer..." Kain whispered, still traumatized by the overwhelming power they had witnessed. "The legends didn't even come close to the reality."
That's when the temperature on the airship dropped noticeably, and a presence made itself known that filled every surviving member of Grimoire Heart with instinctive terror. Zeref materialized in the center of their command room, his dark aura radiating the kind of ancient power that made even their defeated master seem like a mere pretender.
But this wasn't the melancholy, contemplative Zeref who had been sitting peacefully in the forest. This was the Black Wizard in the grip of genuine fury, and his rage was directed squarely at the defeated guild that had dared to disturb his sanctuary.
"Your wicked minds," Zeref said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of accumulated power and disappointment, "have summoned something far worse than anything you intended. Did you really think you could wake me and control the consequences?"
"Master Zeref," Hades gasped, struggling to show respect despite his weakened condition. "We sought only to—"
"You sought power you couldn't understand and awakened forces you can't control," Zeref interrupted, his magical pressure making the airship's metal frame creak ominously. "And now, because of your arrogance and ambition, the world will end."
His eyes, ancient and filled with the sadness of someone who had seen too much, fixed on each of them in turn. "Acnologia comes. The Dragon King of Apocalypse has sensed the magical disturbances you've caused, and he will not distinguish between the guilty and the innocent when he arrives."
The temperature dropped further as Zeref's power continued to manifest, and every member of Grimoire Heart understood with crystal clarity that they had not just been defeated—they had doomed the world through their reckless ambition.
"Pray," Zeref concluded, his form already beginning to fade as he prepared to depart, "that the power you witnessed tonight will be enough to face what's coming. Because if it isn't, then everyone on this island—everyone you've claimed to care about—will die because of what you've done."
With that ominous declaration, the Black Wizard vanished, leaving behind only the growing certainty that their battles with Grimoire Heart had been merely the prologue to a far greater threat that was already approaching Tenrou Island with world-ending intent.
To be Continued in Chapter 30:The Right to Love, Cana's New Family