"Oh?! Still refusing to give up, even now, Achill, True God of Death?!" Hades stared coldly at Achill in the sky, trapped at the center of the demon army he had summoned, with no way to escape. Seeing the crimson blood covering him and the countless wounds riddling his body, Hades sneered in a low voice. "Yes, your strength is truly impressive, far beyond even my expectations! Even my power with the Devil's Eye closed was no match for you. But so what? Aren't you still being completely overwhelmed by me now?! After all, the strength I possess with my Devil's Eye open is utterly incomparable to what I had before!! So I suggest you give up and end your own life while you can, True God of Death!!! Only then can you spare yourself a little unnecessary suffering! Ahahahaha—"
"Kill yourself!! True God of Death!!! You've lost!! You've lost utterly and completely to this devil!!! Ahahahahaha—"
His arrogant laughter echoed across the entire area.
"Damn it! Mr. Achill—" The onlookers turned pale with fury at his words. Natsu clenched his fists so hard that his hands bled! Just as he was about to charge forward regardless of the consequences and punch that damned, arrogant old bastard flat, Achill, who seemed utterly cornered in the sky, made another move—
"I heard them, you know. The voices calling out to me..." Achill gazed at the demon army surrounding him, looking through the gaps at Hades's aged face below, twisted in wild laughter and absolute confidence in his victory. He forcefully exhaled the air he had just drawn into his lungs, mixed with a little stale breath, then raised his head again and straightened his chest. His trembling hands rose with difficulty. Moistening his painfully dry lips, he finally spoke in a