Dyon stood at the ground, looking up at the man he once called friend.
In martial world terms, the two of them, despite their talent, were nothing but children. And yet, the two of them had already been through so much. While this was good for their experience going into the future, it was apparently quite terrible for their relationship.
Both the Angel and Viserion clans of this universe were two oddities. Both were small, not even worthy of being a God Clans in the past, let alone a Royal God Clan, and yet so powerful that even the Moon Clan was wary of them. And, even more ironically, said Moon Clan wouldn't even know of their existences if it wasn't for their two princes, now Kings. It could be said that they were tied by a string of fate that was inescapable.
