Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

nter>

With this knowledge, Dyon had begun to remember a lot of things.
Those experiences told him a lot of things, and one of them was that Amphorae got embarrassed about the silliest of things.
It was more likely that Dyon had walked in on her clipping her toe nails than anything else.
This childhood lover of his was truly adorable.

Smiling to himself, Dyon walked toward the stairs slowly, giving Amphorae a chance to hide whatever it is she wanted to.
By the time he made it to her room, he realized it took up the entire second floor.
He found Amphorae trying to pretend as though she wasnt trying to catch her breath, and sitting on a bed facing a window away from him.

Her long red hair was strewn out behind her, looking very much like the beautiful pedals of a flower.

From his angle, Dyon could see that she was wearing a new silk robe, but what he raised his eyebrow at was the odd-looking object that peaked out from under her bed.
He could just make it out from a bulge in the hanging red sheets.

Is that what she was trying to hide?

From what Dyon could see, it was a plank of wood, but the moment he saw the crude and transparent strings attached to it, he was taken back by his surprise.
Even more interestingly, the strings, although transparent, reflected a faint red light that looked very much like Amphoraes hair.

As his eyes continued along the odd plank of wood, it seemed the strings of hair got thicker and the bundle of hair strings also increased in number.
Dyons perception also caught a faint energy permeating the strings, as though they were purposefully reinforced.

What a genius Dyon couldnt help but breathe out.

Dyon eventually made his way to Amphoraes side, sitting quietly and watching the river outside her window.

You like music? Dyon suddenly asked this question.
He couldnt tell whether this era had instruments or not, but what he did know was that Amphorae had been trying her best to create what seemed like a simple lyre.
To do such a thing with your own perception and without a reference, how could he not think Amphorae was a genius?

Hearing Dyons words, Amphoraes queenly demeanor shattered as a light blush appeared on her face.
But, even in such a state, she still managed to keep a relatively neutral appearance.

Dyon smiled.
A crude spatial ring on his ring flashed as a purple-gold aurora flame stone appeared in Dyons hand.

The flames burst to life under Amphoraes shocked gaze.
A brilliant purple-gold formation appeared in the air, whirring slowly to life as Dyon concentrated.
He couldnt help but laugh to himself, he didnt think hed ever struggle with a mere stage 5 array again, but here he was.

Soon, Dyons creation manifested itself, appearing as a beautiful silver lyre comparable to a lower tier master level treasure.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Dyon took the small hands of Amphorae and placed the lyre in her hands.
Heres my first gift to you.

Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.