This was Death. This was an entity all feared. A presence that even the most powerful couldn't escape. It had taken his parents from him and who knows how much it would take from him in the future.
Yet, this very Death, the very thing so many put their hearts and souls into defeating… Walked like a fool! He battled like a clown! He screamed like a madman!
Dyon couldn't find anything to laugh about. For every comical action Death took, the fire in his gaze, his limbs… his heart… They grew fiercer.
Dyon's war qi billowed uncontrollably. The air and atmospheric qi around him boiled, giving off a heat far fiercer than even the true War himself.
War's weapon responded in kind. The mysterious qi of this world may have relied on faith comprehended over countless years, but ultimately, its foundation still lied within its host.