Dyon opened his eyes slowly.
Saru and Lilith who had been watching on with worried expressions felt their souls tremble. There was an aged look in the current Dyon's eyes that felt incredibly familiar, yet so distant at the same time.
If one looked toward Dyon's Mind's Eye, one could see that the last of the chain had been shattered into pieces. And, though the graveyard around them now was seemingly fine, the destruction around them was devastating.
"I remember…" He said softly. "… Madeleine…"
His voice was a bit hoarse as the white and black flames continued to rage around him, each taking up one half to themselves.
Abraxus' first disciple, that was him. His first wife… She was the Holy Goddess, the only one born with Talent equal to his own. Not only were they born in the same year, they were born in the same month, on the same day, and at the very same hour.
