Dyon couldn't be bothered to care. With a flick of his wrist, his glaive shot up from the dark waters below. If one didn't know better, they would think he was wielding a normally sized glaive instead of one that was already ten kilometers long.
Anak's unconscious body lay on the end of his blade, seemingly lifeless. He really had put his everything into his final strike, all for him to fail in the end.
In truth, Dyon wanted nothing more than to kill him. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would have wanted to at least turn him into a slave. But, he knew that was impossible.
The only reason Dyon could easily enslave characters like Yandevere and the kitsune geniuses was because their Clans were weak.
For the kitsune, this was obvious. They were from a mere 30th ranked quadrant despite being supreme grade beasts – they had simply declined too much.
