Dyon frowned, immediately placing Ri and Madeleine behind his back. They didn't want this, but now that Dyon's body had broken into the saint realms, their bodies were akin to feathers in his hands even when they struggled. Unless they used their wills, something they'd never do against their own husband, they wouldn't have a chance at resisting.
When the saw Dyon's large back, tattooed with brilliant white, black and gold wings, they couldn't help but feel a sense of security even with the impending doom.
Dyon had every reason to be apprehensive even if the Belmont Ancestor was by his side. For one, the legacy of the Belmonts could not compare to the Daiyu even remotely. One was a former Emperor God Clan, the other was a Royal God Clan at its peak. And secondly, even worse, the Belmont Ancestor was already running out of time!
