Colder

In recent years, Dyon had felt himself growing colder and colder. He was a far cry from that young, naïve boy who risked his life to save Eli despite having never seen him a day in his life.

In a lot of ways, he missed that childish naivete. He missed the version of himself who wanted to save the world for nothing other than the fact he felt he should.

Why was it that he wanted to defeat The Entity? It really had nothing to do with saving the mortal plane. All he wanted to do was repay his master. Since she asked him for help, he would do his best. His master was like a second mother to him, and he didn't want to let her down. It was as simple as that.

Dyon found nothing wrong with his previous line of thinking. But, this was the first time his lack of compassion left him feeling so… empty.