The look in Dyon's eyes had completely changed. A dense black flame still remained, however, there was an intelligent flicker that hadn't been there just moments before. Dyon's motives had completely changed from mutual destruction, to seeking victory at all costs.
'You've trampled over my home, killed my family, and then dared to say that everything was rightfully yours to begin with…' A deep seeded anger sprung from the deepest recesses of Dyon's being. 'The loss you'll suffer today is one I'll make sure you never forget.'
To anyone else, the idea of a meridian formation expert facing off against two celestials and an entity of unknown power was ridiculous – nothing short of seeking death. However, Dyon's mind only allowed him to see paths to victory.
One way or another, he'd grasp it.
A moment later, the blinding pillar of light that encased Dyon began to slowly fade, revealing his still kneeling figure.
