"Tch, idiot—" A contemptuous sneer curled Achill's lips. Without so much as glancing at the hooked chain claws that had already reached him, he raised his left hand and swept it forcefully in front of him!
"Ice Dragon Bind—"
Clatter— Ice-blue flames flashed, followed by a series of soft freezing sounds. The long white chain of the magical claw Hades had launched froze solid in an instant—
"Did I ever say I was the light, or that you were that so-called fallen darkness...?" Raising his head, Achill stared coldly and expressionlessly at Hades, who had swiftly leaped away to avoid being frozen by Hyōrinmaru's Freezing Aura.
"What?!" During the first half of the sentence, Hades was certain Achill had still been several dozen meters in front of him. Yet when the second half rang out, he discovered to his horror that the voice was coming from behind him—
His pupils shrank to pinpoints! Without a moment's thought, he immediately sprang away from where he had been standing—
"You bastard..." Landing on the high deck of Grimoire Heart's black airship, Hades stood at its forward edge and glared down at the white figure now standing where he had been. A trace of wariness at Achill's terrifying speed flickered in his eyes!
"What about me? I'm merely stating a fact. From the very beginning, I never cared about any supposed laws separating light from darkness, much less tried to impose some laughable definition on them." Achill turned and looked up, his calm gaze settling on Hades atop the airship's deck. In a quiet yet utterly unquestionable tone, he spoke slowly, firmly, and with absolute composure. "Where my magic comes from doesn't matter. What my magic truly is doesn't matter either. Whether it's darkness or light, all I need to know is that