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Book 7: Chapter 53: If (2)

The moment Clara’s hand touched his forehead, Head Void fell into a state of panic. This panic only increased when he realized that his soul was being eaten away at. What did an essence gathering level soul have in front of a celestial soul? Not a damn thing.

“No! Please! I –“

In a mere fraction of a second, Head Void’s eyes lost their color as his body became nothing more than an empty husk.

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Dyon tossed his body into the seal and leaped forward to catch Clara’s paling body. By all rights, using devour on someone who couldn’t fight back should have made you stronger, but Clara seemed completely devoid of strength.

Dyon’s armor disappeared along with the aurora steps as his body shrunk down. He held onto Clara’s trembling body… Even though they had won, somehow he felt that it was the opposite.

Clara’s body was as light as a feather. This wasn’t just due to Dyon’s overwhelming strength, but a direct result of her Wind Spirit Body.

Usually, the Wind Spirit Body was only categorized as a heaven grade constitution because when it manifested in a human, it would have many drawbacks. This is because like Dyon’s Titan constitution and Ri’s Elvin constitution, it too was meant for its race. This was none other than the race that dominated the Modern Era: The Sprites.

This in combination with the fact that wind is a relatively weak elemental will is the reason why the Wind Spirit Constitution wasn’t deemed good enough to be a God Grade constitution… However, Clara had something other wielders of this body didn’t have.

The third constitution Clara chose was the very same one Dyon chose: Eternity’s Balance. Because of this, this God Grade constitution was able to perfectly balance the sprite race characteristics with Clara and allow her to tap into more of its abilities. One result of that was this drastic change in Clara’s weight.

For a girl who stood around 5’7 like Clara and Ri, a weight of about 120 pounds was normal. However, Clara weighed half of that! In fact, Clara could become even more weightless if she so chose… This ability in combination with affinity for wind was responsible for the Wind Spirit Body’s blazing speed.

Having her in your arms was akin to holding a fragile work of art, Dyon almost didn’t dare to squeeze too hard.

Clara’s arms involuntarily wrapped around Dyon’s large back, sinking into the warmth of his skin. Although he was sweaty and bloody, he somehow smelt like the best thing in the world… A combination of pine needles and cinnamon that made Clara’s legs feel even weaker.

Dyon grit his teeth. His anger should have dissipated, but it was still there. He, Dyon Sacharro, was put into such a pathetic state that he had to put his wife in danger in order to escape. What kind of man was he?

If he stood above the universe itself, would anyone dare to make his wives do something they didn’t want to? Would anyone dare to even have a bad thought about him?

He held Clara’s head to chest gently. “Never again.”

Clara trembled, but didn’t say anything. She only shook her head… Her meaning was clear. Even if she had to do in a thousand more times, she would.

Pulling back, Clara looked up at Dyon with reddened eyes. “You look much better like this,” She teased, “My husband is prettier than me, how embarrassing.” historical

Dyon grinned. “Never that.”

Just as he was about to continue teasing Clara, a streak of blue light crossed the dark ocean’s surface to fly into his arms as well. Who else could it be if not Ri?

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“Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!! STUPID!!!” Ri coated her fists in void will and pounded away at Dyon’s chest.

Dyon grimaced. This was definitely not a pain he could ignore.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” Holding two beauties in his arms, Dyon felt more relaxed than he had in months. Those in the distance could only sigh. Maybe if they were willing to put their lives on the line, they two would have such beauties by their side.

Sarid’s clenched fists finally loosened as he laughed uproariously into the sky. For a 15yo boy, his demeanor was far too imposing for those close by to take.

As for Princess Stella, she snorted in jealousy, looking away from Dyon and his two wives. “Men.” She said with rolled eyes.

That aside, the sound of Kedar’s broken heart resounded through hundreds of miles. Seeing his cold Beautiful Sister in the arms of another man who didn’t even devote his heart entirely to her alone was too much for the young man to take.

“Let go of me! I’ll fight him to the death!”

Two young men that came from his same tribe tried their best to hold him back.

“Calm down big brother! Look at his strength, we’re no match for him right now!”

“Plus, if you step off this carriage pulled by Little Wind, you’ll die! You can’t fly!” The other chimed in.

“I don’t care! I’ll swim to them if I have to! Let me at him!”

The Mortal Clan geniuses laughed lightly. It seemed that months of oppression had finally been lifted.

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