[Bonus chapter for 500 golden tickets :)]
Dyon remained completely unmoved by Iris' display.
A dense and opaque white flooded Dyon's general vicinity, cutting off the forest of red from reaching him.
King Acacia's eyes flashed. Many didn't recognize this will, but he did immediately. "Celestial Will…"
Dyon though, still didn't move. Instead, his ring flashed as a familiar friend appeared. One he hadn't used in years.
A six-foot-long sword colored a completely light-immune jet-black appeared. Draconic cries of happiness rang through the stadium as a blood red aura began to drip from the sword.
Dyon's eyes flashed with gold, 'you've been supressed for too long.'
The array he had placed on the sword so long ago shattered.
The cries of happiness increased, beating against the ears of everyone in attendance. The spirit of Dyon's transcendent sword roared into the skies, cutting through the air itself as a black dragon spanning hundreds of meters manifested.
