Tovias

Dyon's mind slowly churned.

If one compared the state this hidden world core space was in now compared to 15 years ago, it would be easy to realize that it was now even more dangerous and violent, the exact opposite of what Dyon had been going for.

However, Dyon didn't seem to have much of a reaction to this. He quietly floated through the miasma of hot gases, his skin and flesh being eaten away at, without so much as a change in expression.

This was maybe the most difficult thing Dyon had to do in his life. Not only was the Dark Flame bubble world's core far more powerful than that of the desert bubble world, but in order to balance is, Dyon needed to tread a path of his martial way he was never really fond of.

The way of this Dark Flame world was far more in line with Dyon's tendencies. Darkness… fire… emotions of rage, arrogance, oppressiveness…