บท 570: Nothing...

Dyon's face paled as the tower shook violently to the vibrations of the planet. The feeling of helplessness seeped deep within him.

A sharp pain caused Dyon to cough up blood. His connection with his puppet severed beyond his control. He simply couldn't sustain it.

"Dyon…" A soft voice came out from behind him, causing his shoulders to freeze even amidst his coughs. Clara had to ask. She didn't have the senses they had, and she couldn't follow the movements of Matriarch Niveus' last moments at all, but she had heard her last words very clearly… It didn't take a genius to figure out what had just happened… But, she couldn't bring herself to say the words or fully form the thought…

Dyon's jaw clenched so tightly that blood began to seep from his gums. His breathing quickened as he tried to calm himself, but his aura was very quickly becoming frightening.