"You were confident you could block a mere thousand blades. Then now..." Surrounded by an ocean of countless pink petals, Achill let them roll and ripple freely around him. Like a peerless king reigning from on high, he gazed down at Hades, whose eyes had grown utterly grave, and murmured with supreme indifference, "What about this all-encompassing ocean formed from hundreds of millions of Sakura Blades? How many do you intend to stop, Hades? Or, with your level of strength..."
"How many could you even stop..."
"Tell me, you so-called demon..."
His lips parted slightly, his eyes devoid of any emotion a human should possess. Or rather, from the moment he had decided to dispose of Hades first, his eyes had ceased to regard him as a human being! Like a supreme god who controlled the fate of every living creature, the moment those eyes resolved to reap another life, they no longer belonged to a human, but to a god! They were eyes as lifeless as death itself—
Eyes that looked upon a corpse. They signified that, at least from their perspective, even someone alive was already dead! Without question, these were the eyes of death that only a god of death could possess. Faced with those utterly inhuman eyes, even someone as powerful as Hades could find no trace of his own existence within them! Achill was plainly watching him, locking onto him, yet Hades had no sense that his image had registered in those eyes at all! Vague and hollow, that feeling was as though, in Achill's eyes, he no longer possessed life! All that remained reflected in them was a cold, lifeless corpse—
That feeling undoubtedly infuriated Hades. He was a mage who stood at the pinnacle of the modern magical world, a man capable of