Circumstance

Dyon calmly raised his sword, trying to slice into Loki's stomach. But, the result were as expected. Not even a white line resulted from his best effort.

"Hiding in a turtle shell, I see." Dyon's tone was flat.

"Provocation won't work for you here. Although, pleading for mercy and signing a soul contract might. After all, having a puppet capable of using 33 heavens weapons would be greatly beneficial."

Dyon didn't respond. Ever since he had found out the truth of his parent's lives, something within him had changed. Although he was no longer at a loss for how to control his emotions because of his Master, that didn't mean he wasn't still heavily affected by those things.

He had accepted the fact he needed to let the memories of his parents rest, and that he needed to move on. But that wouldn't change his anger. The people who had put him in this pit of despair would pay.