Fallen

Dyon didn't seem to hear Haven's words at all. But even if he had, would it matter?

Calling him the incarnation of evil? So what?

He would let the world know just how evil he could be. He would rip their tendons from their bodies, drain them of their blood, and rip their souls apart piece by piece.

Evil incarnate? Was that supposed to be disparaging him in any way? That was exactly what he wanted to be.

SSSSSKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE

Dyon reached forward, trying to rip a sprite apart with his bare hands just as he had done with countless enemies before. But, he found himself grasping at air.

Their bodies, completely incorporeal, seemed to slip right through his fingers.

At the same time, barrages of qi assaulted him from all sides. A rainbow of colors filled the skies, crashing into him with a momentum that could obliterate universes in the blink of an eye.