Chapter 1224 - Heart (2) (1/2)
Dyon coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips. No matter how hard he tried, it was seemingly impossible for him to catch his breath.
Was this how one was supposed to feel when facing danger? It seemed too foreign to Dyon. He almost questioned himself… Was he truly brave? Wasn't bravery about overcoming your fear? How was it brave if you were simply too stupid to feel fear?
The first time in his life that Dyon felt fear was when facing the true body of the entity. His body trembled and something shouted at him to give up. Still, he stubbornly persisted.
But, could he have done the same thing had the entity not been chained? Could he have faced his fears had his enemy been it instead of Elder Daiyu and Loki?
The abyss of his black flames filled him with such an unceasing panic that he felt like he was drowning, like there wasn't enough air to breathe, as though a shadowy hand had reached into his c.h.e.s.t and squeezed his lungs into nothingness.
His blood ran cold as his body trembled in a never-ending shiver. ”Cold… Too cold…”
Dyon's lips inexplicably turned blue as his master watched, broken hearted. Despite having awoken, Dyon's mental state was in pieces. He hadn't even realized that the spirits within his mind's eye had been imprisoned by his soul, making them completely unable to move or speak.
The only two by Dyon's side who could do anything were the celestial hamster twins, but even they couldn't get through to Dyon. As for the blond twins within the tower, they had no real control over their cultivation and didn't have any idea about how to leave. Still, even if they could, what difference would it make?
Dyon, a young man of barely 30 years of age was dealing with the weight of the end of everything as he knew it. He felt what others couldn't feel, and that inevitability was living, growing and festering within him.
In an instant, Dyon's comprehension had touched on the door of the dao. Yet, that comprehension completely shattered his resolve. It was far too early for him to understand… Far too early for him to understand that everything must come to an end… Far too early for him to understand that no matter how powerful he grew, there would be a day that he and his loved ones became nothing more than dust…
He couldn't speak, he couldn't move… He simply curled up on the ground, vomiting whatever contents of his stomach remained undigested.
His death will never made him feel this way. His death will's path subdued the feeling… It wasn't about comprehending death, it was about bending it to his will… It was this path that lead Dyon to forming an undead body far more powerful than any other death will user could match…
Yet, something about his black flames were so real, so sinister, so much more powerful than even death itself that it shattered the mind of a man who had faced his own death countless times.