Below, on a massive white cube roughly a hundred meters across, Achill lay on his back, drenched in blood. The Dragon Crest Hōzukimaru in his hand had long since shattered into fragments, which lay scattered silently around him.
"Looks like I won..." Slowly descending onto the white cube, 'Achill' flicked the white panther tail behind him and walked leisurely over to Achill. With his head held high, he looked down arrogantly at the nearly immobilized man, his lips curling into a mocking, contemptuous smirk. He casually kicked Achill, sending him rolling dozens of meters across the cube. Without even glancing at the long crimson smear left on its white surface, 'Achill' laughed with savage disdain. "Now, what else do you have to say, Achill? The facts prove it! My strength is far superior to yours! At your level, you could never defeat me and keep me suppressed!! So you'd better know what's good for you—"
"Hurry up and surrender some of your control over this body!! Don't worry, I won't ask for too much—" His body began trembling uncontrollably as 'Achill' burst into excited laughter. "Fifty percent!! Just fifty percent of your body's control will be enough!! Hahahahaha—don't you think I'm merciful?!! Honestly, if I could, I'd love to devour you completely! Then I'd take full control of your body!! Unfortunately, that fellow would never allow it! Fifty percent is already the limit of what he'll tolerate—" At that, 'Achill' glanced back at the mysterious phantom in the distance, then threw his head back and laughed again!
"So you'd better hurry up and hand it over, Achill!!! Give me fifty percent of the control over this body—" As he spoke, another mass of blue magic, crackling with electricity, gathered in his right hand. He walked over to Achill again. Without