It was only now Dyon truly understood why Emytheus had all these immortal weapons, yet only used them as auxiliary long ranged attackers. His own bodily strength, especially that of his platinum wings, were far beyond anything Dyon had ever run across. If he hadn't been lucky enough to find Reaper and entered this battle as he usually did with any old weapon, he would have suffered greatly.
Dyon could feel Reaper's agitation and rage. Its pristine body had actually been chipped. It wasn't strong enough. If it were, it wouldn't matter how sharp Emytheus' attacks were.
In that moment, Dyon flew backward, unable to restrain Emytheus' strength any longer.
However, he had done his best and succeeded in stopping the attack from ravaging the Ancient Battlefield any longer.