It wasn't until hours later, when Dyon body seemed like nothing more than a beaten and bloodied corpse on the ground that Violet and Arthurian finally gathered enough courage to step forward themselves.
In the air, Donari was struggling against his father's grasp. He had tried to put an end to all of this before it even began, but he wasn't Dyon. His power was truly capped at the level of an essence gatherer, so how could he struggle against the grasp of a celestial?
"You bastard! Let me go!" Donari roared.
A strong palm slapped across Donari's face. "I've accepted your rebellions for too long. Now you even have the audacity to try and defend the man that killed your half-brother?!"
Donari only sneered at the stinging pain on his cheek. "That bitch is no half brother of mine. You want to know why his pathetic life was ended? It's because he dared to insult my and his mother as whores!"
