"It's time." A loud voice boomed throughout the hall as Doranbolt stood at attention. The chairman walked confidently as he approached the young member.

"Councilman, what do you mean?" Gran Doma scoffed.

"Come." He obediently followed as he led Doranbolt up the stairs of the council chambers and towards a window.

"Look outside, and tell me what you see." Doranbolt looked out and saw members of the Rune Knights gathering.

"I don't understand. You want to begin the conflict on the guild today?"

"Boy, that wasn't my question. Look harder." He sighed before leaning against the windowsill.

"I still don't see an-"his eyes widened. "Councilman, surely cannot be serious?! Fairy Tail is a wizard's guild! If you use this, then they are reduced to nothing!" He heard a low chuckle as Doma shook his head in mirth.

"Indeed, it was quite an intelligent decision was it not? Fairy Tail will become powerless and will soon learn not to cross the council." His grinned widened at the shocked expression on Doranbolt's face, before asking the younger man, "You've heard of the guild's travels to a world known as Edolas, correct?" He nodded. "Their magic is similar to this world's magic, except for the fact that it is powered by lacrima governed by the anima."

"Are you suggesting you wish to use the lacrima to steal their magic away?" Gran Doma began to pace around as he inspected the repair of the lacrima that fell after Edolas's anima was stopped.

"The Rune Knights are not capable of fighting mages of that caliber without risking men. With the lacrima, all would be remedied without damages and losing lives. It's efficient, and quick." His gaze narrowed at Doranbolt. "You do not agree?"

"I…if it is your wish, then so be it." Doma's suspicions disappeared as he locked his hands on his back.

"Soon. That guild will be crushed. After so long of having to deal with those law-breaking brats, their time has finally come to fruition." His gaze traveled back to the saddned Doranbolt. "We leave in two days." He began to walk away. "Oh. I suggest you say your goodbyes to those pathetic excuses for mages."

Doranbolt leaned against the wall for support. He spoke to the guild; they understood why he had to do this! So why did it feel so wrong…

For what seemed like hours in his office, Makarov finally decided to step into the guild hall; he scoured the center as he focused on the oldest S class mage.

"Gildarts, it's been a while." Gildarts merely smiled before pushing Natsu onto a table and sat down next to Makarov. He took a sip of beer with a satisfied smack of his lips before he let a boisterous laugh.

"I agree. How long have I been gone, what was it, 5 or 6 months?"

"7"

"That's what I said!" Makarov shook his head.

"Gray's been gone for quite longer hasn't he…more than a year, right?" He looked over at the other members. "They've been taking it hard, haven't they?"

"They're over it. He'll be back, that's why the Fernandez boy left." Gildarts slammed the counter with his hand, creating a large crack in it.

"Excellent! Now, everything will be back to normal," he exclaimed in a booming voice. Noticing the dark look on Makarov's face, his laughter died down. "There's no need to worry about the council. We'll kick their asses."

"They're planning to strike soon Gildarts. This isn't some dark guild where we can beat them with magic and everything is good as new, this is the magic council; the law of this land. Gran Doma is not someone easily trifled with. There are consequences to this." Gildarts guffawed.

"I guess now we can truly call ourselves criminals now, huh old man!? Bahahaha!" Makarov groaned, was there no end to his immaturity? He wiped a tear of mirth from his eye before giving Makarov a reassuring smile.

"Don't' fret. This guild means everything to us; the council will regret underestimating our family."

"I hope you're right Gildarts, I hope you're right…"