One had to remember that this Mystical World had the Life Stone at its center. Yet, Dyon was meditating about death without a care in the world.
Ironically, this was exactly what helped Dyon. He could feel such a strong tether to life here that it was easier to envision himself lording over death. It felt like no matter what grasped at the straws of his life, he would be able to subdue it and force it to kneel.
Dyon had no reaction to the white hair that hung from his shoulders although Clara couldn't help but lose her train of thought looking at him. The dangerous aura Dyon was giving off somehow made him much more handsome than normal.
It was a good thing Dyon was still meditating, because although he loved long hair on his wives, he hated it on himself. He'd probably cut it off immediately, taking Clara out of her fantasy.
