Roar

Dyon immediately felt as though Sokzac's power had doubled. The blade rapidly cut toward him twice, causing him to involuntarily spit up two mouthfuls of blood.

Although Dyon's grip on his saber didn't loosen, he could distinctly feel the bones in his arm fracture. However, his features remained deadpan and without emotion.

In a selfless state, you forgot about everything. You forgot about pain, about anger, rage and love, your only purpose was to move forward and comprehend.

Seeing Dyon's lack of a reaction even while lying in a pile of rubble, Sokzac's anger raged once more.

"Third Thunder!"

The clouds rolled with unquestionable ferocity, responding to Sokzac's will. It was clear that Sokzac had yet to comprehend his own Pseudo-Domain due to the handicap on his comprehension, but somehow, his affinity for lightning forced the world around him to respond, directly boosting his prowess.