After wandering around that damned Mountain Range for over half a month, Achill and Laxus finally stumbled out in a sorry state. By then, though, their Modeling had taken a decidedly postmodern turn~
Achill was still relatively fine; at worst, he looked like a beggar. The biggest change had happened to poor, tragic Laxus. His evolution had been the most complete: the restless fake monk he had once been had transformed into an expressionless ascetic with partial facial paralysis. With that Modeling, anyone brave enough to stand before him would definitely feel the aura of a merciful, enlightened monk washing over them...
Now, the two sat upright on the back of the enormous, flat, one-eyed creature Minazuki had transformed into, drifting aimlessly through the sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Achill sat at the front with a keg of liquor in hand, drinking by himself one mouthful at a time. Every so often, he sighed with emotion, and occasionally he let out a howl fit to wake the dead. But no matter what antics he pulled, Laxus remained as steady as a mountain behind him, his eyes lightly closed and his face as calm as still water. He showed no reaction whatsoever, as though he hadn't heard any of Achill's unholy wailing, not a flicker of unnecessary emotion crossing his face.
"This view really gets my poetic juices flowing~" After taking a big swig of fiery liquor, Achill gazed down at the vast earth below, shook his head, and proclaimed, "O earth, you're so big! Mm, what fine verse, what fine verse~ Who would've thought that, besides the countless dazzling virtues I've already displayed to the world, I also possessed such transcendent poetic talent? Truly, I'm a born genius~ You agree, don't you, Chastity? Tell me, how's your