"Not off to a good start, I see." Zayreus said with a smile.
Sylas didn't reply. The man hadn't looked him in the eye since he stepped into the room. Even now, he was still looking at the chains on the ground until he looked up to meet what seemed to be the back of Megean's head.
As though they had perfectly timed it, Megean looked back to Zayreus with an annoyed flare in her movements.
"You—"
"I wouldn't say too much if I were you," Zayreus said lightly. "This is my jurisdiction right now. And technically speaking, you could be detained for coming here without permission. I'll give you some leeway as my fiancée, but don't say anything that would make this harder on you."
Megean choked on her words, feeling a bit helpless all of a sudden. Then she almost took it out on Sylas. If he hadn't done something ridiculous like breaking those chains or suddenly healing from those ridiculous injuries, she would have managed to say what she needed to.
Zayreus pulled something out of a spatial device and tossed it onto the stainless steel table.
"You can wear those to cover up your decency. We will be placing you before the council now, but I will have to report this infraction. An attempted escape will unfortunately make whatever sentence you receive harsher or less beneficial depending on the way they decide."
Sylas looked toward the clothing. It was practically just a medical gown of some sort, and honestly, it wouldn't be covering up any decency at all. Not only was it incredibly flimsy to the point that it was practically see-through, but it was short. Sylas could tell at a glance it wasn't tailored to his body at all, especially not after his changes.
He stepped down from the table, completely ignoring the gown. His body flexed and stretched, a crackling sound that made the air whine, echoing before Runes flashed across him.
In a blink, a new set of beast skin clothing had covered him. It was nothing more than a show since they had come directly from his Madness Key. But they didn't need to know that.
Zayreus' eyes narrowed, seemingly looking at Sylas for the first time.
"… I don't know who you were in your own world, but this is a stage much larger than you now. I would advise… caution."
Sylas didn't reply.
Zayreus gave him another glance and turned away. Megean tried to open her mouth to say something, but it was the voice of her grandfather that came to interrupt her this time.
"That's enough, Megmeg. Come here."
**
Sylas found himself standing on an elevated platform, a fence of elaborately sculpted wood. But the courtroom that surrounded him in a ring was completely empty.
Seats that presumably should have had people in them were vacant. Instead, there were what looked like projected lights, but these lights, other than adding to a somber ambience, didn't do much else. It didn't seem like they'd be taking the shape of anyone anytime soon.
Sylas raised an internal eyebrow, but eventually just closed his eyes.
His breathing became rhythmic, and the Runes of the world seemed to coalesce around him, forming a support structure of space that kept him upright.
Then he fell asleep.
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