บท 1916: Inferior

He didn't know where Jade and Rose were now, but he would make certain that the Dyon they came back to was one they could look up toward. 

Dyon tossed the spatial rings in his hand aside. He no longer cared about them. He didn't care how many resources they had or how helpful to him they might be. Instead, his mind was entirely focused on one thing. 

With calm, determined steps, he once more strode toward that highest attic floor. 

His steps were no longer careful. He could feel his bones fracturing with every rise and fall of his foot, but he didn't care. 

His back was no longer curved. He could feel the Realm's aura trying to make him lower his head, but he didn't care. 

His eyes were no longer dull. The whispers resounded in his mind, trying to make him give up hope, asking him why he was risking his life when so many depended on him living… but he didn't care.