Creation God

His body grew toward an ever-worsening state while Emytheus seemed to be replenished to his perfect self every passing moment. But Dyon hardly batted an eye. 

He knew Emytheus had limits. If he didn't, how would he had died in the previous timeline? 

But there would be a difference this time around. He would slaughter Emytheus at his very best. He would topple this God who tried to look down from him on high with nothing but his own strength. 

He would show Emytheus the true difference between them! 

Dyon's scythe swept forward. Even as his shoulders were torn apart by the weapons flying through the air, he met Emytheus' palm strike head on. Such a small thing could never shake his resolve. 

A deep reflective impact surged as Dyon was almost thrown away by Hera's ability. But he had been fighting Emytheus for too long to fall for such a thing again.