Dyon shivered as he thought about the changes within him when he had attacked the creature. He figured out that the point of the test was to withstand demonic qi. The more you killed, the more you'd be infused with that demonic qi, then it would do you good in what Dyon assumed would be the next trials.
However, something seemed off to Dyon. Not only were the creatures displaying the same symptoms as those afflicted with demonic qi overdose, Dyon felt an innate revulsion toward the song. It felt as though someone was trying to coax him into doing something.
Had Dyon not felt the influx of demonic qi, he might not have even put the story together.
'It looks like I might need to deal with the geniuses and a past expert… But, since you've given me this demonic qi, I might as well do you one better by understanding demonic will, right?