Lyon was standing tall like the nickname he was given by the Empress herself. The aura of a ruler that couldn't be beseeched all others, even Kaiju the one called Heaven's Son couldn't hold a candle against him.
Against the unknown, he was bare topless with his transformation had reached its end. Yet the spine he had was made by something harder than steel. He couldn't be shaken, neither by the circumstance nor gods, neither by devils nor saints that loved to preach about their belief. His eyes were as sharp as a blade and as mellow as water, heaven was beneath his feet and forever it will be.
"I thought you would be more, grand, not a rotten piece of flesh that is imprisoned in this dark gorge for some reason. What's the meaning of being an immortal if you could only see these walls that are racing you with age?"
