บท 1850: Seriously

If Eve knew that the technique Dyon promised he'd master soon to repair her foundation was used in this way, she would feel pity for her fellow comrade at arms. In fact, pity didn't seem like a strong enough word, because this person was still unaware that the person who had just healed him was actually Dyon himself! 

Elder Diasho collected himself, trying his best to meet Dyon's gaze. With Chenglei gone, it was easier, but not as easy as he felt it should have been. Usually, Dyon kept his Presence hidden like a sword in a sheath, but right now, it was taking everything in him to not have directly killed this Diasho Clan elder, so it spilled out uncontrollably. 

Dyon still hadn't peered into the secrets of his newly formed Presence after absorbing the Pride Clan's pool of blood, but he knew that it was no longer limited by usual hindrances.