"That is true. But I have no intention of doing that."
The eye narrowed once more, but it didn't speak, waiting for Sylas to continue.
"You may not believe me, or you may think I am only using a psychological tactic, but like I told you, my world is in the middle of its Summoning. Who do you think I could sell this Inheritance Crystal to that would give me the equivalent value it's worth?"
The eye remained silent for a while. As expected, Sylas could truly see the whole picture.
"Then you can just sell it after you've completed your Summoning."
"And die?" Sylas asked calmly.
His words were multi-layered. It could mean that the eye would just wait for him to die first and for the Inheritance Crystal to land in the hands of someone else... but he could also mean that trying to sell this Inheritance Crystal to the wider world could just end up getting him killed.
On Earth, Sylas would still have some confidence. But he would never sell such a thing outside. He didn't have nearly enough backing to even attempt something like that.
And the eye knew it.
"I'm sure you felt it, but even if you tried, you can't target my real body from here. That's because I have another treasure that protects me. And with that treasure, I can make it so that no one ever finds this Inheritance Crystal again. Or... we could make a deal."
And there it was. The eye knew that it was coming. The crux of this entire matter was the mysterious method Sylas had used to protect himself. Even now, the eye didn't fully understand it.
"What do you propose?"
"I know too little about Runes. Earlier, you tried to pass something on to me that failed. I assume that so long as you keep whatever that was, you won't mind me using this Realm as a method of study, correct?"
The eye bobbed up and down slowly. Indeed... what he had tried to pass on to Sylas was of true importance. If it was still here, it could be passed on to another any time.
The trouble was that without it... Sylas would have a very, very difficult time progressing even a single step in this world.
"Then allow me to do so. Once I have run into a wall, I will pass you on to someone who can accept your Inheritance or sell you."
"So your only promise to me is that you won't perpetually imprison me? What a fantastic deal."
Sylas didn't respond to the eye's sarcasm. The fact it had even said this made it obvious which of the two of them had won.
The eye chuckled. "I look forward to seeing you fail."
With a flicker, the eye vanished.
In truth, it didn't believe that Sylas would lie. It was too experienced to be lied to so easily. Plus, it could feel some of the imprint of Sylas' Will.
Sylas could guess what the eye was thinking. As many other things as he deduced, the fact the beam of light he failed to take in would be important wasn't lost on him.
But what else could he do?
He looked down at the staircase before him and nodded to himself. He might as well start with step one.
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