It was only after Amphorae and Lyla had disappeared that the elders finally grasped the gravity of Lyla’s words….
From their senses, they knew that Amphorae was on the verge of breaching the 6th Dao Stage… How could that be done in less than 200 years?!
**
“Give it back to now.”
Empress Aspirant Cativa reached her hand out, glaring toward Emytheus.
Through the whole of the parliant gathering, Emytheus had remained extrely lowkey. He knew that his place wouldn’t be high among those here, and he most definitely wasn’t qualified to speak, so he kept quiet.
That said… The longer the eting went on, the more difficult he found controlling his excitent.
This federation, it would accelerate his plans a hundred, no, a thousandfold even. To think that he was gain such an opportunity, the Gods were truly smiling down at him. His Olympus Clan would rise again.
He was in such a good mood that he couldn’t be bothered to tease Cativa any longer. He directly tossed over an array plate that Cativa shattered without hesitation.
Finally able to sigh a breath of relief, Cativa’s eyes narrowed.
“Who are you really? What do you an by all of this?”
Emytheus shrugged. “I’m just a man fighting for the right to love the woman he loves. Is that such a bad thing?”
Cativa silently scanned Emytheus’ visage. He couldn’t tell whether what he said was true or not. Was he really doing all of this for a woman? She didn’t know if she believed that.
Sothing about Emytheus seed off. He couldn’t have appeared more normal. He wasn’t extraordinarily handso, nor extraordinarily tall, nor was his aura extraordinarily valiant… But there was sothing about the words he spoke that opened a door to his soul. Maybe his personality was the only thing he couldn’t completely conceal.
“I shouldn’t hold a married woman up for so long.” Emytheus said with a sly grin. “I’m sure your husband is looking for you. Goodbye!”
Without another word, Emytheus disappeared into the Epistemic Tower.
His backview made Cativa feel uncomfortable in her heart, as though the tides of Fate were changing.
Every generation would have figures rise to the top who had no business being there…
Their backgrounds were pitiful, their talent was lacking, and the odds were forever against them. Yet these individuals beat those odds, often for reasons as trivial as… chasing a woman.
Those wildcards owned pockets of history. So were flashes in a bottle, but others created a legacy far beyond that… Cativa couldn’t help but wonder if Emytheus was for the forr or the latter…
**
Within Celestial Quadrant, Dyon had no idea about Emytheus’ happiness, nor did he know about True God Diasho’s foolishness.
Usually, it might be apropos to say he didn’t care about such things, but the truth was he really would care about the latter issue. Even if he didn’t storm into the Star Clan to teach Diasho Ren a lesson, he would definitely keep it to the back of his mind to pay him the favor back later.
That said, the Dyon of now couldn’t afford to be thinking about such things. Though the battle for Celestial Quadrant seed already won, there was one more worry weighing on his mind: The Sapientia.
He would be a fool if he didn’t know there was sothing odd about their presence in this quadrant and even more foolish if he didn’t take their threat seriously.
With the Pakal and Ragnor elites taken care of, it was only a matter of ti before their territories were swept clean by Dyon. However, the matter of the Sapientia were completely different. To now, he still didn’t know how strong the connection between the Sapientia of this quadrant and the main Sapientia Outer Power was. As such, he had to be cautious.
As he moved toward the core of Ragnor territory, he swiftly took hold of all Sapientia strongholds, controlling them tightly and ensuring there were no loopholes left behind. He needed to make certain that Connery couldn’t find out about his movents ahead of ti.
Not only did this impact his path toward success, but it also involved the life and death of Madeleine’s forr master. Though Dyon didn’t care much Evelyn Sapientia, since he had promised his wife to give her a family, he would do so.
In the end, Ragnor territory was far more robust than Five Clan Beast Alliance territory. It took Dyon a full month before he managed to make his way to their core universe.
During that ti, he had been forced to fight many faith wielders, an experience that painted a grim image for the future. Despite being so much weaker than him, and even without being the elites of the Ragnor Clan, these individuals still managed to survive a few exchanges before Dyon subdued them.
This reality was only made worse after one realized that since these warriors weren’t elites, they only had access to a small portion of the Ragnor Clan’s Faith.
Still, there was hope. Dyon hadn’t used his own Faith and none were able to make him use his full power.
Finally, Odin City stood proudly before them all, a fierce formation of crackling lightning covering it completely. Those who had remained to defend Odin City looked out with solemn expressions, unable to understand just where this massive army that surrounded their planet had co from.
There was only one person who recognized the valiant leader at their vanguard all too well.
“Dyon Sacharro…” Connery’s eyes narrowed.
The Federation Heads weren’t the only ones who believed it was too soon for Dyon. Unfortunately for them, he had arrived right on ti.
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