Even in this fog, it wasn't hard for Dyon to get directions from Clara. Considering they were close enough now, Dyon could feel her general position. All Clara needed to do was explain which direction his master's statue was in relation to herself, and Dyon would understand.
It wasn't long before Dyon heard the sounds of battle, only a few hours.
"Gigolo, obediently leave and allow your father to claim this inheritance." A booming voice called out, shaking the very air itself.
"Fatso, why would such a beautiful lady pick you to inherit her legacy? She would definitely pick a suave gentleman like myself."
Near the clearing around the 25th White Mother's statue, Amory Clyanne laughed loudly with his massive three-meter-tall frame, watching Cullen and another well known genius duke it out.
The fatso in question was yet another Emperor, coming from a family of Gluttons. If this was an insult, it would be one thing. But, the truth was that this was the legitimate name of his race.
