"Rot! Skeleton Emperor—"
Sinister violet light gushed from the crimson eye on the axe's shaft. An ominous aura of decay and aging, accompanied by a torrent of dark purple magic, instantly engulfed Achill! After that brief eruption, the magic vanished as quickly as it had come. In scarcely an instant, the mass of violet magic obscuring his figure dispersed!
His purple robe fluttered gently in the wind. A pair of loose golden bracelets linked by chains encircled his wrists, which were sheathed in hard white bone. His long silver-white hair still streamed freely behind him, but unlike before, the last four or five centimeters of its tips had turned a brilliant gold!
"So this is the Skeleton Emperor's Resurrección after receiving the power of its fully released form? Heh! This really does suit me better!! Compared with that disgusting toy I turn into every time I use Resurrección, this is much easier on the eyes—" He reached up and lightly stroked the delicate golden crown resting on the white hornlike growth atop his head. His lips curled, and the mouth of his black-and-white mask opened slightly, revealing a terrifying grin that sent chills straight to the heart.
Just as "Achill" finished his Resurrección, the black dragon Acnologia, who had taken a direct hit from his oversized Cero—his exclusive royal Hollow blast, the Formless Hollow Cannon—and been blasted a considerable distance away, threw back his head and roared. Then he beat his wings and charged straight back, hovering level with "Achill" a short distance away! Even after taking that Formless Hollow Cannon, whose terrifying power was obvious to anyone watching, his enormous body remained utterly unscathed! It was as though he had merely enjoyed a quick sauna. Aside from leaving a conspicuous white mark more than ten meters across on his