Fairy Tail: I Don't Want to Be the Guild Master

"Haaah!" Jura thrust his hand forward, unleashing a storm of jagged stones. Like a barrage of shotgun blasts, the rocks slammed into the enemy leader, knocking him flat and burying him under a mountain of debris.

Without missing a beat, Jura clapped his hands together. The surrounding rubble compressed and twisted, forming a jagged hill of stone.

"Overlord Rock Shatter!"

With his shout, the mound detonated like a cluster of explosives, blasting stone shards in all directions. When the dust cleared, the battered figure of the leader was revealed.

His robes were shredded, his body covered in gashes. His silver-gray hair hung in disarray, matted with blood and dirt. A crimson trickle ran down the corner of his mouth.

"Ugh... ah..." he groaned weakly, eyes rolling back as he collapsed limply.

The final line on his face began to fade.

"He’s down!" someone shouted.

Cheers erupted across the battlefield. "As expected of a Wizard Saint!"

The leader’s defeat had come swifter than Midnight’s, which left some with a sense of unease. But given Jura’s overwhelming might and the terrain advantage, most chose to celebrate.

That joy, however, was short-lived. The city beneath their feet continued its relentless advance.