There was not a single pair of eyes not trained on Dyon. Whether they understood just what it meant for him to have mastery over such a will or not was irrelevant, the very feeling he was giving off was enough for the hearts of the masses to be moved in a way they had never felt before.
Supreme Laws were known as such not just for their power, but for their necessity. The world itself couldn't function without them, and yet, that didn't mean that some weren't still superior to others. And how many could possibly be superior to death itself?
The universe trembled in agitation, groaning in complaint. The only place that Dyon had used this form was within the Epistemic Tower – an isolated world. Even he hadn't been aware of what his power would do within the real world.
