Chapter 2076 Balance
?The black horse's nostrils suddenly flared, a neigh that sounded more like a roar aiming toward Dyon.
In an instant, a surging pool of energy swirled at the entrance of its mouth, forming into a massive sphere of famine qi.
It was then Dyon realized that the famine qi wasn't only leaving his body and into the air only to attack him once more, but was actually part of a charging process that would be used as an attack by this damned horse!
Dyon was far too close to dodge. His Divine Sense was far too susceptible to distortions in energy to see through the patterns in qi movement and prevent this from happening. At the same time, his ambitious attempt to cover for lack of quality with quantity had obscured the vision of his Perception. To top it all off, it was his own unbridled use of qi that powered this attack.
One could say he brought this all upon himself.
Dyon barely covered his chest with the broad body of the dragon king just as the beam of grey qi slammed into him.
He felt as though his arms were collapsing even as he flew backward through a rain of his own red spears.
Luckily, he still had the wherewithal to push them out of his way by manipulating his soul qi, but there was nothing he could do about the air that was knocked out of him the moment he slammed into the opposite wall.
Dyon coughed violently, what seemed like liters of blood pooling at his feet.
'I asked for that one...'
Dyon still had the mind to chuckle to himself. It seemed he hadn't fought a real battle in so long that he lost all of his battle sense. What a pitiful sight he was now.
He weakly stood, cracking the stiffness in his neck away.
An empty hand stretched outward to lead you to death... this was Death.
But what about Famine which appeared in between? He held a balance, sitting upon his black horse silently.
Was this a final call to turn back? Or was it a judgement for the crimes you had already committed? Maybe the reality was that it was both. Maybe at this point, there already was no turning back. That deep feeling of regret toward your own foolishness was only there to taunt you...
As they say... There was no medicine for regret.
So as Dyon's mind cleared and the world became nothing but black and white reflected in his ashen pupils, he wondered... Why had the Heavens chosen to have Famine appear first?
Dyon didn't need to think much more to understand.
Famine didn't appear to ask him to 'turn back', nor did it appear as judgement. It appeared as nothing more than a question.
What was already committed could not be reverted. The conquest had already begun. The war was already being waged. The question was... Was there someone there to bear the responsibility? To take the accountability?
Who would balance the weight of the world? To take on this burden for themselves?!
Famine was a punishment. It was the plight of the people after the crown made its decision and after the broad sword executed it all. Who would take on this punishment? For the sake of common people, the innocent, the unfortunate... Who would take this weight upon their shoulders?
'Take on the burden for the sake of this world? Absolutely not.' Dyon said with a sneer.
Dyon brandished his dragon scaled sword once more. Instead of drawing back [Thunder God] after learning his lesson, he actually did the complete opposite, investing into it even more.
Lightning danced across his body as he attacked the horseman once more. However this time, his vision was completely different.
With every shift of Famine's balance, Dyon read through the actions before they even occurred. Countless calculations flashed in his mind all at once, causing the trajectory of his blade to change every so slightly every split second.