’This place is certainly connected to the realm that Lorien entered. If I’m correct, it might have even grown from the layered Dungeons, or be the reason the layered Dungeons appeared in the first place...’
The details almost didn’t matter right now, though. What was important was what the D-Grade Thryskai Feather was capable of.
Because of its existence, Sylas was able to use the obelisks. Essentially, the feather was like a domain of its own, capable of allowing Aether to gather properly and trigger the hidden effects of the obelisk.
By extension, then, it was obvious what the Thryskai would want to use it for. They wanted a chance at disrupting this quasi-system with a domain of their own. The hope was that by disrupting the system, they could have a chance to enter personally and take advantage of whatever was here.
Obviously, that failed. The feather didn’t manage to sink all the way into the quasi-system like the Thryskai wanted, and in the end, Lorien was the one that ended up finding and benefiting from it.
Now, all of the peculiarities that Sylas didn’t understand before were falling into place, clearing up the twisting wires that had entangled Sylas’ thoughts before.
But what was Sylas going to do about that right now?
Slowly, he raised a palm. His Beast Totem appeared at his back, causing a trembling might to erupt from him. At that moment, every Serpentes in the mountain range suddenly felt as though a God’s palm was descending from above, a rattling, shaking tribulation descending and shaking the very roots of the caves they called home.
One howl after another filled the air.
Sylas struck his palms together, his eyes flashing with menace. He pulled on his True Pride Seed, pouring its effects into the Beast Totem.
The Beast Totem’s suppressive effects worked with range and didn’t seem limited by number—but that wasn’t the case. When the number of targets increased beyond a certain range, especially when he had yet to reach a stage of absolute suppression in the E-Grade, Sylas could sense it diluting a bit.
However, his True Pride Seed bolstered it. While it didn’t increase the percentage of suppression, what it could do was stop it from diluting as much, creating an absolute domain around Sylas that demanded obedience.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
ROAR!
A serpent with green scales so dark it almost looked black beneath the low lights shot out of the mountain range.
But it wasn’t alone. Soon came another, this one with red scales so dark it almost seemed covered in iron-black shingles. And then came yet another, this one such a dark blue it was the same.
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[Demonic Red Emperor][Level: 100]
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[Demonic Blue Emperor][Level: 100]
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[Demonic Green Emperor][Level: 100]
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Every one that appeared—from Red Emperor to Blue Emperor—there wasn’t a single one that wasn’t a perfect Level 100, their power peeling across the skies like cracks of lightning and booms of thunder.
Even one of them was far beyond Sylas’ means to handle. They were too powerful, even if he could suppress them by 40%.
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