"Flower Frenzy Bones—"
Gripping two black curved swords, Achill quietly watched Jose, Phantom Lord's guild master, as sinister magic power radiated wildly from his body below. His gaze was like that of someone looking at a dead man!
Calm, Nothingness, without the slightest unnecessary flicker of emotion!
"Let's play a proper game, Jose..." Tightening his left hand slightly, Achill slowly raised the shorter black blade above his head. Cold glints flashed along its chilling edge beneath the blazing sun as he said softly and indifferently, "All you need to wager is that worthless life of yours..."
"And to make this a fair game, what I must wager..." As though discussing something utterly trivial, Achill murmured indifferently, "Will likewise be my own life..."
"You should feel honored..."
"A game with our lives at stake?! Interesting! Interesting!! How very interesting!!! Ahahahaha—" Jose burst into wild laughter. Streams of intensely sinister magic power began swirling and gathering around him. "You want to take my life right from the outset? And you put both our lives on the gambling table so casually! You truly deserve to be called a god of death!!! Ahahahaha! Good! Very good!! This really suits my tastes!! But let me offer you a friendly warning—"
"Don't be so naive, you little brat!!! Even if you are a true god of death, don't imagine you can take the life of one of the mighty Ten Wizard Saints! Ahahahahaha!!! But since you're so eager to die, I, Jose, don't mind showing you some mercy and lending a hand! Today, I will personally send you, this so-called god of death—" Sinister magic rapidly gathered in Jose's right hand, instantly forming a black-purple longsword made of pure dark magic. Raising it high and pointing it at Achill, who stood suspended in the air, Jose