Agitated

He and his wife were deemed too talented to birth a child by the Heavens? So what? His parents' souls were extinguished from existence? So what? Worlds outside his own seemed to think they were ripe for the picking? So what? 

Dyon didn't even notice, but his aura had flared. In his rage, Calen uncontrollably fell to his knee as a cold sweat matted the backs of several elders. 

In just the few moments, it felt as though a deity had descended upon the plains of this ancient prison. 

The elders hardly understood what had set Dyon off. It was only the green haired elder who looked toward Dyon with a fierce glint in his eye. There were numerous complex emotions within… excitement, curiosity, and oddly… greed. 

It wasn't a malevolent greed, but rather an odd greed that seemed more like appreciation. 

This secret Dyon had come to understand was one only the Titans, Angels, Dwarves and Elves had had the right to comprehend in the past.