"What an awful feeling... this..." Achill lay sprawled lazily on the grass, gazing at the blue sky as it gradually darkened. "The feeling of almost running out of magic power..."
"The Bankai of two blades really isn't a forbidden move I can use whenever I like. Even for me, it's absolutely forbidden..." He tried lifting his left hand. Although he managed it, waves of pain tore through his muscles—the side effect of transmitting magic power beyond his limits.
"Forget it. There's not much left to worry about anyway. Hades is as dead as he can possibly be, and those remaining lackeys aren't anything special. I'm sure Erza and the others can handle them." Struggling to sit up, Achill rubbed his weary face and murmured, "Compared to all that, what matters now is finding that man. That extremely dangerous man—" A piercing gleam suddenly flashed through his tired eyes!
“The Black Wizard, Zeref! The strongest, most vicious legendary Mage in the history of the Earth-land World. Compared to him, that wild monkey from Edolas is absolute trash...” He shook his head, dismissing that strange flicker of déjà vu. Thinking of his Edolas counterpart left Achill marveling.
There was no helping it. Simply comparing the feelings the two gave him made the gulf between them obvious. His Edolas counterpart had felt incredibly strong, but that was all—merely incredibly strong. Overall, Achill still didn't consider him much of a concern, because he could feel that he was stronger! It was only a seemingly vague, elusive feeling, but that was enough. If the other man was weaker than him, there was nothing worth worrying about!
This wasn't arrogance, but absolute confidence in his own strength—
Yet the melancholy young man he had encountered earlier, Zeref, had given him an entirely different feeling! This hadn't