"Bankai—"
Like a death sentence, the words slowly slipped from Achill's mouth. He raised his head and stared at the enormous figure before him, a terrifying gleam flashing through his eyes! A dreadful surge of magic power abruptly erupted from his slender body!
Boundless, dense, pitch-black magic power slowly flowed from the broad Zanpakutō in his hand, gathering behind him, where it gradually writhed and twisted!
Before long, it formed an enormous warrior in black armor, towering over three hundred meters tall! Like an impossibly lofty mountain, it stood silently behind Achill! Its scarlet eyes, dark, curved horns, and the enormous katana clenched in its hand all radiated suffocating pressure!!
"Bankai..." Standing before the black-armored warrior with his broad Zanpakutō held at an angle, Achill murmured impassively, "Black Rope Punishment King—"
His body seemed to have become completely linked to the enormous black-armored warrior, and vast, unfathomable waves of magic power rippled through him...
"Wh-what is this magic power?" Makarov's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the enormous black-armored warrior that had suddenly appeared behind Achill. It seemed slightly larger even than his current form! The Mysterious Youth, Achill, appeared completely linked to that warrior, and the terrifying aura emanating from him was as deep as the sea. Sensing the unbelievably immense waves of magic power surrounding him, Makarov's eyes filled with profound shock and disbelief! His lips moved as he murmured in a slightly trembling voice, "Th-this incredible magic power... it far surpasses an ordinary Mage's and comes infinitely close to the Ten Wizard Saints—no! Perhaps it already meets their standard! Could it really—"
"Could an ordinary Demon really possess this?!!" Makarov roared in utter astonishment!
Of course, he was not afraid of Achill's strength. He was simply stunned that someone so young could possess such immense magic