The key sunk into Dyon's skin, disappearing for the time being.
Dyon winced, his eye lids twitching as he began to feel some of the lingering effects of his death qi. 'My own will shouldn't hurt me… Should it?'
The truth was that Dyon had felt his own organs eroding under that special state, although at a much slower pace that what Alidor was feeling.
He had wisped celestial qi through his body to remove it, but, he was still feeling some of the past damage. And, the trouble was that it was healing much more slowly than his other wounds usually did.
'How ironic…' Dyon sighed, sitting in front of the meditating Alidor. It seemed as though he too was trying to get out the last of Dyon's death qi. It was clear that Dyon's previous celestial will hadn't been enough.
It seemed a lot of powerful wills had draw backs… demonic will made you more susceptible to losing your mind in anger and loss, and it seemed that death will was almost masochistic…
