"The source of the Mysterious Magic? Heh, is this some kind of irony..." Zeref raised his head, immensely powerful dark magic rippling around him. His eyes blazed crimson as he murmured mockingly, "The creator is asking about the one he created! What should I say..."
"It's your own magic, Teacher," Zeref said with cold sarcasm. "Surely you haven't forgotten it entirely! Teacher—"
"I told you, stop spouting nonsense at me." Achill frowned, clenched his right hand, and raised it. Zanka no Tachi instantly appeared high in his grasp, and he brought it down!
Zanka no Tachi's blade—
The edge struck the ground, and a bottomless chasm instantly opened along the path of the blade—
Leaving a long, deep scar that stretched into the distance without any visible end...
The sword dispersed, and the magic vanished. Achill stared coldly at Zeref, who stood at the edge of the chasm, the lingering flames having grazed his left side.
"Heh, nonsense, is it? Or have you still not awakened, Teacher?"
His grazed left arm scattered like black smoke, then coalesced into a fair-skinned arm again, completely unharmed. Zeref said indifferently, "But this final July seventh has already arrived."
"Surely you haven't forgotten what happened on this day more than four hundred years ago... today, in this very place..."
"Boom!"
Magic surged skyward! The instant Zeref finished speaking, a terrifying surge of magic that made heaven and earth pale erupted without warning from the ground beneath their feet. It burst through the earth in a frenzied torrent! Magic blotted out everything overhead and shot straight into the sky—
A scene like the end of the world suddenly descended. Magic tore through the air, the ground shattered, and the continent shook violently, as though it would be ripped apart! A creeping aura of Destruction spread