"Nosphaleen."
Sylas pulled her out of the Hibernation Realm and matched her gaze.
"Yes, master."
Nosphaleen lowered her head, a slight blush on her cheeks. Sylas was finding that her tone and feel around him were changing more and more every day, and a part of him was starting to think if Old Brama’s words about Charysms held some light truth to them.
He certainly wasn’t a Demon, that much was obvious. But if he was characterizing himself purely on the characteristics of a Charysm, he had all the tools that were necessary.
He had Demonic Will, and he had an ocular method capable of projecting his Will out into the world. These were the two main components of what made a Charysm.
Well… there was also the evolution of Charisma itself, but Sylas had never received a Title for that, and even Andromeda hadn’t had any backend information about it either. It was either this information was sealed tight and hidden away, or no one knew anything about it.
’It should be possible…’
"We’ll be using Total Merge. I’ll have to borrow your body for a while."
Nosphaleen blinked, a bit surprised. But then she nodded.
"I understand."
She knew instinctively through her connection with Sylas how it would work.
They both sat in the snow across from one another, and Sylas slowly took deep breaths.
Using Total Merge required a lot of trust, trust that Sylas had only really built up with Gogo. But Nosphaleen had been by his side for a very long time as well, and especially after he saved her from the three Monarchs of the Africor Continent, her demeanor around him had begun undergoing subtle changes.
Sylas could see that, and even more intimately sense it because she was his contract, but she was also nowhere near as useful to him as Gogo was.
Her stats had been impressive on Earth, but they had long fallen far behind. There was simply no need for him to use her in a full Fusion. At best, she was good for some Semi-Fusion use here and there when he felt the need to confuse someone’s eyes or control their mind for a moment.
"Focus," Sylas said calmly.
"… I’m sorry, master. It’s very difficult."
Sylas slowly opened his eyes. "What’s wrong?"
"I… your eyes… they’re very overwhelming."
Sylas frowned, raising his hand up to one of his eyes as though he would be able to feel the difference. Also… weren’t his eyes closed just now?
"I can feel it even when they’re closed… especially when we have to merge. I don’t know if I can do it. It feels like… it feels like you’ll erase me."
Sylas fell into silence when he heard this.
Total Merge worked by melding two Wills into one. Theoretically, if one Will was so much more superior to the other, one of them would certainly be snuffed out of existence.
Of course, this would only be temporary, but it definitely wasn’t a nice feeling.
Even with Gogo, Sylas was only comfortable with using Total Merge for now because the Basilisk King was basically an infant. He didn’t have complex thoughts, and Sylas’ experience could take command of things. Any thoughts and emotions that would have come from Gogo would be easily controlled by Sylas.
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