White stone corridors of Drasil echoed as three figures stepped into the passage at once, their boots stopping in perfect unison. Pale cloaks swayed as magic settled, heavy and quiet.

Mirajane moved first—calm, composed, her smile gentle in a way that didn’t reach her eyes. Transparent, but sensible magic traced faintly along her skin as she raised a hand, her palm outward.

“… you shouldn’t go any further,” She said softly. “The White Wizard’s will ends this way.”

Elfman took the left flank, his broad shoulders squaring as muscle swelled beneath cloth. His jaw set, his eyes empty of warmth as his magic, Beast Soul, began bleeding through his frame. He cracked his neck once, fists clenched. “A real man doesn’t hesitate,” He growled. “Orders are orders.”

“Please don’t struggle,” Lisanna slipped to the rear without a sound, light on her feet. Her magic flickered, threatening similarly to transform into the necessary, unexpecting form. She also smiled—a small, distant, and practiced smile. “It’ll only make this harder for you.”

Mirajane’s expression didn’t change as black wings of her signature Satan Soul began to form, restrained but unmistakable. Her voice stayed even. “We’re not angry,” She said. “We just can’t let you pass.”

Elfman stepped forward half a pace, the stone cracking beneath his heel. His eyes never wavered. “If you’re standing here,” He said, “then you’re in our way.”

Lisanna’s gaze flicked between her siblings, then forward again. She lifted her hands, magic circling like a net ready to tighten. “You were always strong,” She said quietly. “But strength doesn’t matter right now.”

Mirajane closed her eyes for a brief moment—almost reflective—then opened them, resolve locking into place. Elfman, to the side, inhaled sharply. “Last warning,” He snapped.

Lisanna nodded once, her expression serene. “… begin.”

In the next heartbeat, magic flared from your three, surrounding sides—and the corridor vanished beneath their synchronized advance. Elfman into his part-wolf, part-lion, all-man Werelion form, charging head onto you. Lisanna from behind quickly slithered and coiled in sync as her Animal Soul granted her the partial form of a serpent.

But ahead, taking heavy breaths and looking down, almost unamused—Mirajane, fully enhanced within her Satan Soul's full power, and just as determined to put you down.