Dyon could hardly react before a tongue sent him flying across the room. It had such speed behind its movements that had Dyon not been aware of Little Gold's habits, he wouldn't have even been aware of exactly what just happened.
Little Gold's innocent eyes blinked as she watched Dyon crash into the wall. Then, she panicked when Dyon's clone died.
Nazaire watched on, speechless. If others knew that the mighty Nameless Immortal God died because his pet was excited to see him, just how would all those who had suffered at his hands feel?
Little Gold's eyes were truly too beautiful. They were a sparkling blue that contained flickers of violet and gold. And, maybe somewhat ironically, the way they teared up when she believed that she had killed Dyon only made them more beautiful.
Her body trembled as though she was about to lose control of her emotions. She had just seen Dyon for the first time after so long and now she had killed him?
