Zabia looked into Dyon's eyes cruelly, pulling his sword out to reveal a hole so massive that it shouldn't be possible for any meridian formation expert to survive.
And yet, he didn't feel happy. All he could hear were the wails of his wife as he fell to a single knee.
The soul burning technique should have lasted much longer than this, but what he had done with his time will was too heaven defying. All of the power he had gotten was used in an instant…
He had sacrificed for power once, and that had ended up with his wife's chances at having a child being shattered right before him. And then, at the end of his life, he had done it again… How laughable.
In all his anger and rage, he had insisted he was protecting his family, and yet now that he was dead, who would do so now? Would the fate of his wife and children change? What exactly had he accomplished in killing the only person he knew could cure her?
