บท 1669: Silent

Dyon's agonizing screams filled the Pride World as his body deconstructed itself. Bronze Silk unraveled his body, quaking as they were coated in blood and blasting apart into fine light particles. 

Soon, they began to descend once more, but not as bronze, but instead as silver. 

2 billion jin … 3 billion jin … 4 billion jin! 

Two paths clashed. They fought and tore each apart. 

In one world, Dyon sank into a lake of transparent pink with a near endless depth. In another, he bathed himself in red. 

To choose arrogance, or to choose a humble calm. 

One path was unyielding, unforgiving. To take a step back was to die. 

The other was like water, flowing with the ebbs and accepting things as they were while slowly forging a lane for yourself that didn't disrupt your realities.