"This is the difference between you and I. You seem to think it matters the level of strength you have, when in reality, you'll die just the same.
"Don't say I didn't try to help you. Your Aritzia confessed her undying love to me just as she breathed her last breath. If I didn't kill her, wouldn't she come running to my arms instead of yours? At least this way, while you're both in the land of the dead, you're the only choice she has left."
Emytheus' eyes widened with rage, boiling over with a crimson tide.
The earth beneath them sunk. Dyon could feel it. It wasn't just a small section of land that shattered, but rather the whole of the Ancient Battlefield sunk by an entire inch.
Dyon frowned, his grip around his scythe tightening slightly.