118 Fated Successor 1 (1/2)
Dyon stared at the young man kneeling before him, confusion coloring his features. He had obviously not heard the conversation between Ava and her father, so he had no way of knowing that Arios was presumed to be alive. But, even if he had known, that would do little to reduce his confusion and surprise.
Suddenly, Dyon noticed something and snapped out of it, ”get up, I don't need you all to kneel for me,” he walked forward, immediately and almost forcefully helping Arios up.
After he was satisfied, Dyon's size finally reduced. Although his muscles ached a bit, he was glad to see that he handled the stress of the technique much better now. He had been holding back from proceeding to the second stage of the technique's first layer, but it seemed his body might be ready for it now.
Dyon sighed, ”I'm sure you can see my confusion… I understand none of what is going on right now…”
Arios looked at Dyon intently, seemingly trying to figure something out.
”We are the demon generals of Demon Sage Sageras,” Arios spoke plainly, as though it should have been obvious.
Dyon raised an eyebrow, ”demon generals? What scale of army has so many…”
Arios' eyes blinked, finally realizing that Dyon really didn't understand a thing.
”The army of the Demon Sage is vast and wide spread. With how many universes the Demon Sage has bent to his will, it would be odd if he only had a few generals… but even still, we are but a fraction of the original number…”
Dyon's eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, 'the Demon Sage controlled multiple universes?... Well, I assume the truth would be that he used to. Not only is he dead, but with all of his generals here, they're clearly not defending his territory… But there's too much I don't understand…'
”If you're demon generals of such a powerful being, why was I able to beat you all into submission a year ago? And why are you suddenly strong enough to match me after the year of training I've undergone?”
Arios' serious eyes showed a bit of humor, which was getting to Dyon's pride, ”I don't mean to be rude, successor, but you aren't my match now. I simply lowered my level to what I thought a successor of the Demon Sage should be at in consideration of your age.
As for why you were able to beat and cleanse us, it was due to a special technique the Demon Sage used. In exchange for our strength, he extended our lives by hundreds to thousands of years. Of course, the other trade offs were the loss of our minds and physical deformity,” a complicated look flashed through Arios' features.
”the fact you were able to cleanse a technique of the Demon Sage… was already enough for us to acknowledge you,” Arios bowed once again, ”I'm sorry for testing you, successor.”