The old man coughed.
Laughing bitterly, he wiped blood from the corner of his lips, 'To think such a pathetic showing of power would put me in this state…'
He would never tell Dyon this – partially because of his pride, and partially because that brat was too serious when it came to things like this – but something like projecting a technique through so many dimensional barriers was too much for him in his old age.
Even worse, when he had felt like Dyon would die, he had extended the time past his limit. That small extra fractions of a second may have seemed like nothing in the face of six months, but that was only if you didn't consider how far the old man was already pushing himself to match that six-month total in the first place.
