Communicating with one's ancestors as a sprite in order to release their battle form was something every sprite was incredibly sensitive to. There was no doubt that every sprite not just on the lower tier, but even the higher tiers, had felt it the moment Diasho Ken went all out. If he had to leave in shame now, he would be humiliated!
Captain Diasho roared into the skies, ignoring the ramifications, he unleashed his battle form once more. His body flickered into and out of existence, but he could feel his soul tearing apart with every step he took toward Dyon.
This wasn't a battle he could afford to lose! If he ever wanted to catch up to his brother, if he wanted to protect the prestige of the Heavenly Sword Guild, he had to win!
Dyon turned back to see what looked like a streaking sword approaching him with blinding speeds.
