"Enclose! Black-Winged Archdemon—"
Dark green raindrops instantly showered the earth. More than ten seconds later, when the strange rain falling from the sky finally ceased, a pair of enormous black wings that seemed capable of blanketing the world slowly unfurled beneath the silver crescent moon that had just emerged from the clouds—
His white-clad figure stood straight, his expression pale and cold. Beneath his now emerald-green eyes, two matching green tear marks ran down from their corners. A pair of white bony horns curved upward from the white protrusion on his head. Achill hovered proudly beneath that chilling crescent moon, waves of ominous dark green magic power slowly spilling from his body...
"Gulp—" As he stared at the strange figure whose appearance had changed completely, even someone as bold as 'Achill' could not help swallowing hard. An even deeper dread than before rose in his eyes!
And he was not the only one. Everyone below with sharp enough eyes to witness the scene felt the same!
"Is that... really Achill?!" Having barely escaped the terrifying shock wave, Mystogan looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure hovering proudly in the sky, his head thrown back in laughter! As he felt the terrifying, sinister aura radiating from Achill's body, utterly unlike anything he had sensed from him before, bewilderment and doubt briefly flickered in his eyes. A moment later, however, he banished them completely. A smile of trust returned to his face, and Mystogan murmured to himself in relief, "Heh, I really was overthinking it. Whatever Achill looks like, he's still Achill! He's just temporarily switched to a whole new kind of magic to fight his enemy. Haven't I already seen plenty of his endless, bizarre forms of Requip Magic? Heh..." With that, he shook his head slightly and chuckled.
"Wow!