The Ark Of Don't Challenge The Ankou

"We are fine with it... Although, I am curious to know about your Original Spell. So you truly invoke the power of every Death God in history? If so, you are a force to be reckoned with when it comes to mass targets."

"It would be easy for you to eradicate everyone within a snap of a finger, " asked the Headmaster, chuckling softly.

"That's right! I summon Death Gods of History and create echoes of them to use for my purposes. However, the Final Frame is a tad more problematic because Duncan is far too young and inexperienced. I cannot bear to see a powerful spell negate for such reasons."

"Other than that, the rest of the Frames are all manageable. And about that last part..."

The Ankou leaned forward towards the Headmaster and cocked his to the side in annoyance.

"I want to clarify that Duncan cannot perform such tricks," replied the Ankou as he stopped smiling at the last sentence.

The Headmaster could tell he offended the Ankou by talking lightly about killing others. The Reaper's eyes flashed bright green for a Tick before he started speaking again. Was this a challenge? The Aki laughed as he waited for the Ankou to draw his weapon.

However, to his pleasant surprise, the Ankou never drew out his weapon. But frankly speaking, the entity didn't need to, as his posture showed who was boss when it came to kills and death. The Aki may be the almighty being of Akhaten, but this was Earth and the Ankou's home.

Thus, Gillian was at the mercy of the Reaper because of the terrain he was in. But the Headmaster wanted a little protest and fun, so he poked a bit.

"I am Breton's Servant Of Death, not a Death God. However, that doesn't mean I don't see my fair share of death around humans. Instead, I do the dirty work by collecting the souls from this world to haul them off to the afterlife."

"Without being stuck in this small child's body, I can kill anyone by forcing Judgement on them. I determine who will die and who shall continue living. Be it a thousand troops or a small group like this; once I swing my Death Scythe, it's curtains for anyone who touches my blade."

"For when I come, I will not go away empty-handed. And don't think that taking souls is easy... Try doing for eternity, and you'll know when not to joke about killing others," warned the Ankou as his Elemental Aura started flaring up in the room.

"I thought you said you were a mix of different entities and that you've no single personality? Why are you getting worked about such a small comment?" questioned Mordred, looking at the Ankou with condescending eyes.

The Knight of Rebellion had her arms folded across her chest while one leg was on top of the other thigh. The Ankou glared at the Knight before he sighed and waved his hand. The Headmaster smiled at Mordred for having a larger gut than himself. Mavislin didn't seem too fazed.

Gillian knew he should have never joked about such things in front of an entity as infinite as the Ankou's situation. That was the collaboration of the many Myths throughout the Universe's History that relates to darkness. How could a single Aki wish to fight that?

"I am different entities, but I must come out from something first, right? I was created because of Duncan's father's failed ritual. Instead of using an item of old belonging to a specific hero, the father decided to use a book about the Ankou to summon me."

"Thus, I identify as the Ankou though I have the powers of many Death Gods across History. Anything or anyone associated with death is in my hands... With that horrid discussion out of the way, let's get back to what matters now. As I said, I will be using the Fourth Frame."

The Ankou stood as his Elemental Aura vanished and placed a pale palm on the table, causing the image to glitch and forcing a picture of a monster into everyone's vision. The beast had people in its mouth, under his arms and legs—a horrifying thing to see.

Mordred was disgusted as she turned away while Rina squeezed her eyes shut at such a nightmare-inducing picture.

"Oi! I get that you think Mages don't require sleep, but it doesn't mean I want to see nightmares when I'm awake! Get that thing away!" yelled the Headmaster, refusing to look at the screen.

The Ankou cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow while Mavislin looked mesmerized.

"I don't see why you are kicking a storm from a puddle... What's the fuss? Even the Valkyrie looks quite interested..." quizzed the Ankou, glancing at Mavislin.