Dyon's skin began to glow so brightly that many averted their eyes. The gold that coursed through his veins had reached an unprecedented level. In fact, the improvement in his body was so domineering that his skin was sheering apart and yet healing instantly to the visible eye.
Suddenly, silence permeated everything. The thunder stopped rumbling the skies, the earthquakes stopped cracking the roads, and the rolling tides had calmed.
However, Dyon's skin continued to glow brightly – and, if you looked closely at the Tree of Life and Death that still hung in the air, crystal veins were cracking their way through its originally obsidian body, contrasting the shined black with a holy clarity.
Against his will, Dyon's humanoid manifestation appeared in the air. Its bare torso flexed, looking down at everything with disdain.
Dyon's wings tore out from his back, sending vicious hurricane force winds out from them as they arched menacingly in their pure white and deathly black.
