'They're really trying their best to piss me off…' Dyon's gaze sharpened as the moving gears sounded, snapping the large golden door shut for what Dyon felt would truly be the last time…
War's golden doors slowly opened, but the clopping steps were decidedly weaker than they had been in the past. As expected, yet another War slowly walked out. However, just like before, this version was much more human than the previous versions.
The clattering of teeth filled the quiet hall as yet another comical scene unfolded.
Despite absorbing half of Famine's white qi, it wasn't a surprise that Dyon was still in a terrible state. Yet, another of the four horsemen, men that supposedly embodied the apocalypse, was trembling in fear.
Unlike the sympathy Dyon had for Famine, he had next to none for War.
However, it also seemed that War wasn't intent on staying still and doing nothing like Famine. Even as he trembled in fear, it was his nature to battle.