A raging and dense will manifested around Alidor. It was as though a sand storm had picked up, and yet, the will was ethereal.
"Say whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better. But, know this well. The minute you decided to attack my fiancée, was the minute I had already decided to punish you.
I don't care what your backstory is. I don't care what your goal is. I don't care what purpose you had or have. You don't touch my family." Dyon said faintly.
Alidor didn't reply, choosing to instead brandish his oil paper umbrella as his long robes fluttered around him.
The cultivation platforms seemed to have a mind of their own, immediately escaping to the extremities of the room as the two men faced each other.
One had a fire lit in his eye for revenge. The other's raged in anger. But both had one goal in mind: win.
Dyon launched himself forward, his eyes reddening as the Mathilde family's asura eye bloodied his vision and his pupils darkened.
