Beloved Son

To now, Dyon was flooded with talents all around him. His wives, his friends, his subordinates, each seemed more outstanding than the last. Maybe due to some good karma he had accumulated in a last life, he had always had people he could rely on around him. 

This was the first time that this wasn't the case… And it greatly troubled him. 

Could he face the other tower quadrants with such a pitiful lineup of subordinates? What of the Outer Powers? Even worse, what of the descent of the Ancient Battlefield and the countless conspiracies brewing around it? 

No… Could he even face the Ragnors with these individuals as his foundation? 

Dyon sighed. He was definitely right. Setting a distant 110-year timeline would be foolish. If he didn't fundamentally change the makeup of this quadrant, they would have no chance once the battlefield descended. Just like the previous timeline, they'd be wiped from the face of the Mortal Plane.