There'll Come...

Almost exactly as Dyon had predicted, a three weeks and five days passed before the clone lay at his feet, on its last breaths.

"You!" The clone gasped for breath, clearly trying to understand just how this had happened.

From the moment Dyon gave him the month long deadline, he had snorted with disdain, then had begun attacking with everything he had. But, it seemed no matter what he did, Dyon would always have a response to it.

However, that didn't matter much to him. As long as he managed to pass the deadline Dyon had set, he would have successfully done his job in shattering Dyon's dao heart. At that point, nothing else mattered. He could then play with Dyon at his leisure.