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

Over three thousand.

According to Gran Doma’s earlier words, that was roughly ten times the power of an Enforcement Unit captain.

However, he’d said "at least", meaning it wasn’t necessarily the bar, only a baseline.

So, Rhodes decided to go all out for the second try.

He reached up and gripped the pendant hanging on his chest. "Please, everyone, step back a little."

Maybe the memory of his last attack still lingered, because the Councilors, usually stiff and haughty, actually obeyed, backing away dozens of meters without hesitation.

Of course, that wasn’t due to fear of injury. Thought Bodies couldn’t be harmed in the physical sense. At most, they’d vanish if hit with enough magic to scramble the signal.

Rhodes had asked Master Makarov about it before. A Thought Body couldn’t be used as a backdoor to injure the real person, it was more like a magical projection. The most that could happen was a temporary disruption.

And the Councilors clearly knew that, which was why they insisted on watching up close. They weren’t worried about danger, only about missing something.

Rhodes ignored their subtle flex.

He spread his arms wide.

"Summon: Blue Sentinel. Brambleback."