Sylas' steps came to a pause and he looked up into the skies of an endless white expanse. He didn't seem to be staring into space, though. It was as though he was looking at something quite specific.
He was doing this for the sake of completing his Class Quest. If he didn't do this, then he would never be able to achieve the full potential of his Legendary Gene Classes, and it was only natural that such a powerful foundation needed insane things to progress.
But... that didn't mean that there weren't other opportunities available.
The matters of Karma and things surrounding it had been pulling him in all sorts of directions for the longest time already. He felt that it was probably about time that he establish enough of a wellspring of his own that it wasn't so easy to move him off his position in the future.
This seemed as good an opportunity as any...
To let the world know just who Sylas Grimblade was.
BANG.
A pair of small, fair palms of light grey-green slammed into a desk that rocked back and forth with wild abandon. Even given the A-tier strength of the attacker, the material grasped strong. But whether that was because they had held back or if the material was truly that strong... that was its own unknown matter.
Regardless, what was clear was that Ancestor Entrim couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.
It wasn't just her, but the other Ancestors also had their own fierce reactions.
Could they do what Sylas had? Yes, of course. But they also weren't F-tiers.
When Ancestor Entrim had seen that her grandson was surprisingly taking things seriously, her confidence had risen to another tier. But this......
The young master of the Purvon stood in silence, by his side a familiar A-tier standing a respectful step back from him with his head and eyes slightly lowered.
The both of them looked out toward floor-to-ceiling windows that seemed to lord over the whole city. From here, they could see practically every corner of the planet.
Yet, it seemed as though their eyes could see beyond just the cityscape. In fact, they were watching the very same thing everyone in the Horizon was seeing. And very soon, people across several Horizons would certainly be watching as news spread far and wide.
Whether the Seeing Eye Guild wanted this matter publicized or not, they would have no choice in the matter.
Fanelei and the other Analei Ancestors all sat in a room of abject darkness, the void hanging all around them. Fanelei, especially, had a cup of wine in one hand and a large leg of beast meat in the other. They seemed to be the only things that could calm her down just the slightest bit.
But when she saw what happened, her grip subtly tightened and the glass of wine shattered, its bits, pieces, and liquid falling down the length of her palm and drizzling to the ground.
She knew what Sylas had done to accomplish such a thing. The Weaver Guild had detailed information and explanations on so very many aspects of the Seeing Eye Guild. All things considered, collecting information on their entrance exam was the easiest.


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