Nothing he did would change who he was. He was a simple man who would tear his arm from his shoulder to take responsibility for a matter that wasn't his fault to begin with and appease The Entity.
'Wasn't it your seal that failed, allowing him to be birthed? Wasn't it your subordinates that failed to kill a meridian formation expert despite being celestials themselves? What the hell did it have to do with me?'
Oshire's mind spun. The more he watched Dyon, the more infuriated he became.
"Even if it's unfair, there are just some things you have to accept!"
His voice trembled with anger, a deep seeded resentment of countless thousands of years bubbling upward.
"Accept it!" He roared.
Reaching outward with his finger, a beam of light pierced forward toward Dyon's massive figure, slicing through his chest with ease.