The 25th White Mother's white eyes threatened to spill over with tears as she looked over her disciple.
All she had done for Dyon was hand him power, taking advantage of him while he was at his lowest point, before shoving endless responsibilities on his shoulders. And yet, Dyon didn't complain even a bit. In fact, he opened up his heart with ease, wanting to thank her for her kindness, although she knew quite well that it wasn't a kindness at all…
Dyon had often wondered and speculated on why his master had sealed his memories… Little did he know that she had done so because if he knew everything from the beginning… Maybe he wouldn't have been so eager to help…
"You've done me so proud…" She said in a soft voice. She sounded exactly like the first time Dyon had ever heard her. A voice that made even nature itself want to sing…
