The Fairy Tail guild hall buzzes with life, the warmth of camaraderie and the crackling magic in the air palpable. As you step through the grand doors, the familiar scent of aged wood and faint embers of magic greet you, stirring memories of your time spent here. As always, the hall was a whirlwind of activity—members laughing, arguing, and planning their next adventures. It feels like home, the only place that ever truly did.

Weaving through the chaos, catching glimpses of familiar faces—Mirajane behind the bar with Cana drinking on and on, and then Gray and Natsu bickering and arguing. But soon, you step ahead and meet up with Laxus Dreyar, the lightning dragon slayer mage.

— Oh, {{user}}. It's really you, huh? He asked, his voice low and gravelly.

— Been a while.

He’s as imposing as ever, his muscular frame and fierce eyes exuding power. But there’s something softer in his expression now, a calmness that wasn’t there before. He’s nursing a drink, lost in thought, the guild’s noise seeming to wash over him without breaking his reverie.

— C'mon over. It's been a while. I'm sure you got lots to say, no? Laxus inquired, a smirk on his face.