"… I have a feeling that if the elves knew what this technique was, even if they had to fight an all-out war with us, their allies, they would have never let it go.
"The more complex the name of a technique, the more likely it is to be superfluous. The more simple its name is, this closer it is to the origin of all things. But even by that standard… The name of this technique is far too simple…
"I know that Origin Techniques are the strongest in all of existence, even on the Immortal Plane… But even with my limited understanding, I feel as though this is somehow even above them…
"It's known by three bland words…
"[One Above All]."
At these words, Dyon's right eye suddenly throbbed violently. The reaction was so severe that blood began to drip from his sockets.
[One Above All]. He had to have it.
"[One Above All]…" Dyon muttered to himself, the heat in his right eye continuously throbbing.
