I Knew

Much of the treasures of this place had already been taken away by Orcus. However, the best treasure still remained with this pool of blood. If Dyon was too 'scared' to take it, wouldn't that be too pathetic? What was he doing?

'What's wrong with me?' 

Dyon stopped, gripping his fists. 

{What a weak Path of Pride}

The voice was so sudden that it shook Dyon awake from his thoughts. 

His head whipped around, but he couldn't find where it came from. 

{You're the second individual to come here. The first didn't even have any Pride to speak of, he was a pathetic fool that hid behind his little toy corpses… Well, at least you're better than he was. I can smell it on you.}

Dyon could almost imagine a jagged, toothy smile appearing before him despite the fact there was nothing there. 

{I can smell it. That selfishness. That unwillingness to lower your head. That Martial Intent of our Pride Clan.}