"Wake up, teacher! Let me see your script, and let me see..." His eyes flickering with a cold red light, Zeref stared fixedly at Achill and spoke in a low voice, enunciating every word. "Everything you have been hoping for—"
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about..." Achill gently closed his hand, and Zanka no Tachi dissolved into scattered motes of light in his palm. He turned his attention back to Zeref.
Or rather, his attention had been focused mainly on Zeref from the very beginning. After all, aside from this legendary, most terrifying Black Wizard, neither the ten thousand dragons nor Acnologia warranted too much of his attention.
"Is that all you're thinking about, Zeref?" He took a step and appeared directly behind Zeref, back to back with him, then reached backward for his shoulder.
His right hand swept out, but Zeref's figure rippled like an illusion. Achill's hand passed through him without any resistance, grasping nothing.
"I don't think any of that means anything—" Completely unperturbed, he extended his left hand. A crimson point of magical light gathered furiously at the tip of his index finger, and without even looking, Achill pointed behind himself to the left—
Boom—! Crimson light flashed, and the illusion before him dissipated. Zeref had barely reappeared before an enormous beam of crimson magic engulfed him—
Terrifying magic and a hurricane of explosive force erupted! The soaring light stained half the horizon crimson!
The dust cleared, yet Zeref slowly walked out of the center of the explosion, step by step, completely unharmed.
"Interesting." Achill withdrew his left hand in surprise, then swept his right hand through the air and raised it. "Collapse, Sakanade—"
With a clear metallic chime, moon-white magic instantly condensed in the air. His index finger rested lightly against a