Capítulo 1782: A Sacharro

The emotions of Madeleine, Ri, Clara, Amphorae and Luna couldn't be described in simple terms any longer. 

Expressions of grief, outpourings of tears, tightly gripping fists, endless rage – none seemed adequate. It just felt as though the world had lost its color. What should have been a vibrant, sunny image before their eyes, held together by Dyon's True Domain, became nothing more than a vivid painting of their pain. 

Crimson tears pooled along their eyes, dripping down slowly. 

Even Dyon had his limits. The light in his eyes faded. 

The more despair Dyon felt, the greater Oshire's laughter became. Even he didn't realize that his body, even while being taken over by his Ancestor, was crying as well. Even as he laughed, an uncontrollable stream fell from his cheeks. 

'I think that's enough, right?' Dyon thought to himself.