Beads of perspiration fell from Silver Fang's body. In that moment, he could feel his silver robes slowly stick to his tall and lean frame. Suddenly, he felt naked and cold…. The whole world had melted away to leave behind Dyon and Dyon alone.
Silver Fang's heartbeat like a war drum, threatening to shatter his ribs with just the smallest bit of added pressure.
"Kill me." He finally said.
Dyon shook his head. "You beasts are truly pitiful. You're so blessed by the heavens that you cower when it's time to go against it."
Silver Fang's life glowed with a fierce light. "Kill me."
"Weren't you determined just now? I wonder, why is it that you've given up?"
The humiliation formed a lump in Silver Fang's throat. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He felt like he couldn't even control his own body.
Dyon had known this would happen. His bestial aura was too much for a heaven grade beast, even if he was a king, to withstand. He didn't even have to use his Presence.
