Disgust (2)

Dyon clutched his stomach, coughing up blood. He tried to use his Aurora Flame to heal himself again, but it just wasn't working.

'Is this because of that device?...' Suddenly a thought flashed across Dyon's mind, 'Or is it because of the sage demon essence blood?...'

Dyon had no time to think, he had to immediately get himself out of this situation.

"You?!!"

'I don't have potent enough pills to heal me… and I have to make a contract with this tower so I don't have time to use the pill condensation technique.. FUCK! I can't let this trip only yield a masochistic technique.'

"GET OUT!" Dyon's voice boomed in anger as the world crashed down around them.

Dyon imposed the last bit of soul of the Sage within his body, tossing everyone but himself out of the tower and teleporting to the control room. Getting there, he wiped the last bit of the Sage's will before rushing to the center and sitting cross legged, ignoring the trembling world and the pain.