Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

The next morning, Hal walked back to the camp from the depths of the jungle in a daze.

Mira, who had been keeping watch at the camp, saw him and hurried over to him.

She saw that Hal was not in a good state at a glance, and asked anxiously, "Hal, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

She looked him up and down anxiously, as if looking for any signs of injury.

"I'm fine." Hal forced a smile, reached out and gently rubbed Mira's hair, feeling a little comforted.

However, everything that happened last night still lingered.

After Jellal disappeared, an unknown whisper almost swallowed him up, causing him great pain.

He knelt on the ground, enduring the incomprehensible voice until the sun rose and the voice gradually weakened, and he finally dragged his tired body back to the camp.

Mira carefully helped him into his tent, covered him with a quilt, and whispered, "Rest for a while."

Her tone was soft, but her eyes were full of worry.

Outside the tent, the guild members had gathered, all of them looked anxious.

Seeing Mira come out, everyone immediately surrounded her and asked impatiently.

"What happened to Hal? He looks like he's in pain." Erza frowned and asked worriedly.

"Yes, he's the dragon slayer of the earth. I've never seen him so weak." Laxus was also anxious.

"Is he hungry? He hasn't eaten since last night." Natsu frowned, as if hunger could explain everything.

Happy sighed: "Although I think what Natsu said makes some sense, I'm afraid it's not just a matter of hunger this time."

Happy looked extremely sad, tears kept pouring out.

Since Happy was born, Hal has been taking care of him, whether he went to Hal's pond to fish, or when he and Natsu couldn't afford to eat, they wandered to Hal's door, Hal never refused him.

In the heart of the cat Happy, Hal is like a big cat at home, an unshakable existence.

Now, Hal's weakness and pain made him feel unprecedented helplessness, and the other people in the guild fell silent.

Mira stood aside, silently wiping away tears, her heart was also heavy.

Just then, Makarov slowly walked over. He had noticed Hal's condition a long time ago, but he didn't know what to do.

He saw Hal's painful expression in the tent from a distance, and his heart suddenly hurt.

This child he had watched grow up since he was a child, now fell into the deepest despair, and as the guild leader, he was powerless.

"Hal... He has always been the one who makes me worry the least." Makarov whispered, his voice full of heartache.

"He is always so mature, so stable, so strong... He has given too much for the guild and this family. But we have given him too little in return."

The 89-year-old man said this, his voice was choked, and his sadness made him unstable, and he forced himself to stand firm.

"When the enemy attacked, he faced the strongest opponent alone. After the enemy retreated, he had to heal my wounds.

And now, he is injured and we can't do anything. We don't even know who the enemy is. I... I am really too incompetent..."

Hearing Makarov's self-blame, tears welled up in everyone's eyes.

Hal's fatigue and pain made everyone realize that they may have always ignored his efforts.

In the distance, a white-haired girl sighed softly, and golden magic slowly flowed towards Makarov.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst out from Makarov's eyes, and the whole person's momentum stabilized instantly.

He felt this golden power in surprise, and a girl's voice came faintly in his mind.

He looked intently and found that Hal's body was surrounded by wisps of black breath.

"What is this? Is it a curse..." Makarov muttered to himself involuntarily.

Others also noticed this strange power and looked at Makarov with confusion.

"President, your eyes..." Erza couldn't help asking.

Everyone looked over and saw a rotating golden magic circle appearing in Makarov's eyes, as if it had life and was constantly running.

"I...maybe I can help Hal." Makarov said in a deep voice.

He suddenly shouted, and the golden magic power in his eyes rushed straight to Hal, condensing into a huge golden magic circle above his head, slowly surrounding him, as if expelling some ominous power.

Everyone stared at this scene in amazement, Hal's originally painful expression gradually eased, his panting gradually calmed down, and his breathing slowly became stable.

"President...what's going on?"Mira couldn't help asking.

Makarov breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of gratitude: "The first generation is helping us, thank God."

He stood up straight and looked at everyone with a firm gaze: "Everyone, the S-level exam is temporarily suspended! Focus on Hal and protect him closely!"

"There are still remnants of the Demon Heart wandering on Sirius Island now. I won't allow anyone to get close to Hal!"

"Yes! President!" Everyone responded in unison.

Then, everyone took action. Some went to the jungle to patrol and guard, some prepared food, and some cleaned up the remnants of the Demon Heart that fled deep in the jungle.

And Hal in the tent only felt that the black fog around him gradually dissipated, and the warm light shone on him. He completely relaxed his mind and finally fell asleep peacefully.