Of Blood

Patraiarch Ragnor and Elder Daiyu's eyes widened with shock. Patriarch Ragnor hadn't even bothered to tether his energy to Dyon after forcing him to kneel and trying to force his head down, initially, because the pressure exuding from this entity was too much! In fact, even if Patriarch Ragnor tried to talk right now it would be nearly impossible, only Elder Daiyu should!

"Oh?" The entity seemed amused and unbothered. They had noticed the anger coming from Dyon, but they hadn't cared. All emotions seemed quite useless to them, whether it was fear or anger, neither meant much. They hardly made the effort to tell the apart anymore.

Having the attention of the entity trained onto him was completely different than having a casual sweep. Dyon felt as though he was completely naked and laid to lay bare before this man. It was a feeling of absolute helplessness, and yet Dyon could hardly care as he stared daggers at this unsurpassable mountain.