Dyon quietly stood beside Elder Daiyu's hulking corpse, calming himself. He had to focus on making the most efficient use of the Acacia family technique, or else this would all be useless.
Usually, using any of the Ancient Elvin techniques was child's play for Dyon. However, things are only truly put into perspective when observing how those with less abnormal souls handle utilizing the technique. Ri, for example, only uses the Tree of Life and Death in dire situations, not daring to use it as flippantly as Dyon.
Unfortunately, now that Dyon was in a position where his soul talent was whittling away along with his soul strength and stamina, he had no choice but to be as frugal with his soul as others were.
Just as Dyon was about to manifest the technique, his brows suddenly scrunched as his soul picked up the faint touch of something odd.
'What…' Although Dyon looked confused, he recovered to speak.
