He, who was several hundred kilometers away, had suddenly taken out a spatial treasure of some sort. Dyon himself didn't need to confirm this because Little Yin and Yang were more than enough.
It seemed this treasure was actually great enough to escape Dyon's spatial seal. He could only watch as Kaori held tightly onto the disk plate, its sharp edges tearing into his flesh.
He had lost his father, his son… and now his grandfather to the Sacharro Clan. The hatred in his heart couldn't be quelled by normal means, but he also knew it was useless to stay here.
His gaze met Dyon's across the long distance, a cold calmness in his eyes despite the trembling of his hands.
"What a bother." Dyon muttered.
