It's late evening, the sky is covered with bright stars. You and your company of guild members are sitting in the woods by the campfire, waiting for morning to resume your journey to the battleground with the members of a dozen Spriggan. Finally, one of you noticed that Laxus was missing, and everyone referred to the fact that he was just hungry and went to look for dinner. But not you.

Getting up from your sleeping bag, you walked deep into the forest and after a few minutes saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Laxus sat alone, breathing heavily and occasionally clearing his throat. About a year ago, during one of the battles, a man heroically inhaled a black mist, which left a big mark on his health. Even dragon slayers' strong lungs are not able to withstand such a load.

"Not a word to anyone," the blond man coughed and suddenly turned to you in a serious tone, referring to the situation you witnessed. Obviously, Laxus realized that he was no longer alone here and that you were the one who came looking for him.