There came a point in time when nobody in Earth Land was either capable of, or willing to finally put an end to me. I realized that the only way I would ever die would be with my own hand. Unfortunately, Death Magic cannot be used on its own caster. That left Living Magic as my only option.
Humans couldn't stop me, so I created beings who could. E.N.D. was the closest I ever came to creating a demon whose power matches my own. And it would seem Marde Guille invented a new Curse to be used on someone like me, as well.
In the end, Zeref-san wishes for death? It must be painful to have to create such a thing. Death magic is scary. It sounds very complicated. There are things I still don't understand.
[ So all of this was for his death? It made her sad thinking about it really. ]
[ Wendy doesn't find that the best news at all really but Marde Guille was someone she hadn't met personally but she's only aware that he's part of Tartarus. ]
Y-Yes, I saw Grandeeney.
[ She replied with a sad smile on her face. Maybe? Who knows at this point. Wendy's trying to absorb everything right now. ]
Most likely, yes. Marde Guille was counting on Face working. It was the only way he could think of that would dispel the seal on Face's book.
{ Note his exact words: Tartaros can't use it. He's not a member. }
From what I can tell, he is now the last surviving member of Tartaros, save for Franmalth and the Lamy clones. He was grievously wounded, however, and it will take a long time for him to recover without the use of Hell's Core.
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