‘Your [Revolutions Art] is lacking. It takes you too much effort to reproduce the rotational effects, making it impossible to use in real battle. It needs more time to mature.’ Dyon’s master commented.
Of course, she was referring to Dyon utilizing his wind will to form cyclones and carry away the bodies of the already dead beasts.
Dyon’s [Revolutions Art] achieved the same result as his [Rapid Change] but by using different methods.
[Rapid Change] followed vibrational laws. For example, when one rapidly heats then rapidly cools a piece of glass, it will explosively shatter. Every material, to some extent, follows this truth. [Rapid Change] takes advantage to vastly increase the strength of strikes.
[Revolutions Art] follows similar principles, but using rotational force. It is easier to lift of a corpse that happens to be hundreds of kilograms in weight if instead of lifting it along a straight path, you take it along a sloping longer path with a more gentle incline.
If this same idea is expanded upon and applied to attacks, it also makes piercing strong defenses and armor much easier as well.
However, while Dyon didn’t have much issue maintaining and speeding up the rotation, he was troubled with his slow starting speed and his slow acceleration. Essentially, using this energy manipulation technique for menial tasks was about all he could do for now.
That said, Dyon didn’t plan on this being the truth for long.
‘Dyon.’ Esmeralda’s tone suddenly changed from simple commentary to something more serious.
‘Yes?’
‘I sense something is off with your fire will. It doesn’t seem to be following your most natural path.’
Dyon blinked in confusion. It was true that among his wills, the one which he used the least in battle was his fire will. Even his celestial and wind will made occasional appearances, not to mention them, even his crystal will made itself known from time to time, depending on the situation.
At first, Dyon didn’t think too much of it. The application for fire will just didn’t seem to match up to the others. But, could it be his master was right? He did feel oddly uncomfortable using fire will, something about the red flames didn’t seem to be… his own?
In addition, his fire will was lagging behind the others as well. Over the first two weeks here, his wind will had increased from the 8th to 9th will level, his celestial will had increased to the 1st intent level, his crystal will had increased from the 5th to 7th will level, even his spatial will had increased from the 6th to 7th will level while his weapon’s master will had increased to the 2nd will level.
Other than Dyon’s time will which remained at the 3rd will level, and his demonic and music will which both remained at the 1st intent level, Dyon’s fire will was another that didn’t move at all.
The trouble was that fire was supposed to be a simple elemental will. With Dyon comprehension and with the guidance of his master, it should have crossed into the intent threshold already.
This may seem like too much to ask, but the will level of comprehension was for foundation stage and meridian formation children. Dyon’s soul was at the peak celestial level! This pace was bordering on unacceptable.
‘Tell me about how you first learned fire will.’ Dyon’s master asked. Although she knew the story, she still asked.
‘Uh…’ Dyon stuttered. The very first time he used fire will was in an absolute fit of rage. The orphanage he had built was burned down and marred with feces, while the lovable Ms. Everdeen was beaten up, tortured, killed, then hung up for all to see.
At that moment, a black-gold halo from his manifestation erupted into life much earlier than it should have, causing black flames to turn the land to ash.
Dyon’s master silently listened to this story although, at that time, she had been within The Seal. Everything Dyon experienced, she experienced.
Simply remembering and reliving the story made Dyon rage burn again, causing the flicker of black flames within his hazel eyes to blaze to life once more.
Dyon’s brows furrowed. He had been pressing down this anger this entire time because he could feel the Demon Sage blood within him rolling. If he didn’t temper it down properly, he would lose control.
When his soul was sealed, this was a great worry of his. Without the help of his aurora flames to calm the evil within him, reeling himself back was almost impossible. Therefore, for the last more than 14 years now, Dyon hadn’t allowed this side of himself breathing room. Even when he was mourning Amphorae’s death, he used his third trial to vent, not speaking or thinking about anything but the beasts in front of him.
Suddenly, the three pits of fire that dimmed to the point where only embers were left blazed to life once more.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
At that moment, three black pillars erupted from the embers, piercing into the skies as though they were being released from the depths of hell.
They looked nothing like the flickering lights of fire. The flames were so densely packed that they looked as solid as the earth itself.
The bones that hung above the pits stood no chance. The mighty skeletons of the celestial beasts meant absolutely nothing, burning to ash in an instant.
The heat was so overwhelming that Dyon felt his own skin begin to burn, if it wasn’t for his master protecting Clara’s body, she would have been reduced to ash in a mere moment…
Esmeralda frowned. ‘Is this a good or bad thing?’