Megean hurriedly jumped back the instant Sylas opened his eyes, so startled that she almost smashed her head and body against the series of wires and screens.
When she landed, she was already heaving out heavy breaths, placing a palm to her chest in shock.
"You… you're alive!"
Sylas stared at her for a moment before he replied. He was trying to understand if he had done something that would make him seem dead.
Normally, he would be far too ignorant to decide exactly what that was, but in the moments he had spent in the UniForge, as much as it took a great deal of self-control, he had focused on the task at hand.
That task being that he stepped out with all the leverage in the palm of his hands. And he felt like he had accomplished that.
"There were few issues," Sylas said.
"Few issues…?"
Part of Megean was skeptical, but then she turned her gaze toward the line of spinal connections between Sylas and the UniForge, and there was little she could do to refute it.
The reason why she thought Sylas was dead was because there should at least be some reaction from the UniForge when a connection was established. Fans should spin up, its computing systems should be kicked into high gear, the room, at the very least, should start to heat up.
But none of that happened.
After some thought, Megean reached a "conclusion," that being that Sylas might have had the affinity to make the UniForge work, but he didn't have the strength of Will or Wisdom necessary to actually stress it and make it work.
This seemed like an adequate enough answer for what was going on here. And it was also the answer that Sylas was fairly confident she would come to.
It was also the answer he wanted her to come to.
There was no world that the Golden Grove would be foolish enough to allow him unfettered access to their back end just because he was a talent. They didn't know him, he didn't descend from any of their powerhouses or heads, and there was no guarantee they would be able to control him when he grew into his strength and power.
What would most likely happen if they learned the true extent of just how far he could go was, well… restrictions.
Whoever built this thing would most definitely come in to place fetters on what Sylas could and couldn't accomplish with it.
Of course, this would likely happen regardless as a form of caution if these people were smart. Before it was fine because no one could actually use it. But now that things were different, that added layer of protection just made sense.
However, Sylas felt that he could delay it for a bit.
He had decided that this opportunity wasn't one he could miss. Not because it could make him rich, not because he could bring the Golden Grove crashing down to its knees, but instead because of one thing.
Information.
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