Dyon's only options were to either comprehend that third magic, or find dao grade holy type qi. The trouble was that his clones seemed to be failing on both fronts. The former was too slow in comprehending, while the latter had yet to conquer any lands on the Ancient Battlefield that had access to such qi.
"What are you crying for? Isn't it all over now." Dyon grinned without a care for how ghastly he looked so covered in blood.
Alauna didn't respond, simply burying her head in her father's chest and completely ruining her violet gown.
In the skies above, the golden seal of inexplicable complexity slowly faded, relieving another weight from Dyon's shoulders.
With a thought, several large blooming flowers appeared around Dyon, birthing a dozen or so 1% clones before sending them out.
"What… What do we do…?"
