Chapter 2035 - Golden Clouds (3) (1/2)

Two figures stood in the skies, bloodied and beaten.

On one side, there was a young man with a handsome face hidden behind a curtain of streaking crimson liquid. His wounds were a mixture of small a large, no doubt inflicted by a worthy opponent.

To the other side, there was a middle-aged man, equally as bloodied. But any medical expert could tell you that it was impossible for his wounds to be inflicted by another. A large majority of his wounds were self-inflicted.

The middle-aged man coughed. ”It's a shame…” He muttered to himself. ”This body is too weak.”

The young man smiled, a confident light still shimmering in his eyes. Despite being well aware he only won because his opponent was a Higher Celestial, a fiery warmth thrummed in his c.h.e.s.t as though he could still face the world.

”You've improved a lot…” The middle-aged man mumbled. ”… of the 7 wounds you've inflicted upon me, two of which were fatal, 4 of them came in the last week…”

Dyon shrugged. ”I did say you were better than a decent training partner, didn't I?”

”You held back?”

Dyon thought for a moment. He felt he needed to increase his battle sense so he stopped using his soul all together in the last four months. If not, the battle would have likely pushed Oshire's body over its limit within a week.

”You shouldn't take that as a slight. After all, you weren't battling in your own body.”

The Ancestor coughed, chuckling bitterly.

”How sad. I was meant to use this opportunity to gather more Karma for my reincarnation, but who knew I would just make an enemy of my Sapientia Clan stronger…”

The Ancestor's voice faded away. With him, the thousands of Sapientia Ancestors in the skies became like wisps on smoke in the wind.

Oshire stumbled in the skies, slowly crashing down to the grounds below. His body was completely spent, maybe he wouldn't live much longer than just a few seconds.

Dyon watched with a calm gaze as he fell. In the last four months, Oshire had been completely silent. But, Dyon knew that this wasn't because the Ancestor had suppressed him, that wasn't how Faith worked. He had remained silent simply because he had nothing to say.

After watching Dyon dig himself back out from an abyss of despair, Oshire felt that life simply wasn't worth living anymore. He didn't allow the second form of [Incarnate] to activate because he wanted to kill Dyon, he allowed it to activate because he was too cowardly to take his own life.

There would be no grand redemption for Oshire. Even to the end, his thoughts remained as pathetic as they were from the start.

Too cowardly to take your own life? Since when was committing suicide an act of courage? Dyon had never seen it that way…