"Young master, young master, what do we do?"
The A-tier panicked, his feigned calm from previously unable to restrain his anxiety. He would usually try to be more composed, but this was too much.
They were watching decades of effort slip away.
No, that only represented the effort of Rhykan alone, but how many Purvon in the past had laid the foundation so that he could soar today? They had climbed up from the rankings of the weakest Thryskai to get to where they were today, and now they were about to lose all of that?
Rhykan didn't reply.
"He won't do it, right? He knows better... that must be it," the A-tier mumbled to himself.
"Elder Sun," Rhykan said calmly.
The A-tier froze, gripping his fists to stop his hands from trembling.
However, what Rhykan said next left Elder Sun stunned. Rather than a punishment like he was expecting, it was something totally different.
"He dares to do anything. That look confirmed it. We have likely lost a clear path to Demi-Godhood. News will come down pretty soon. And by news, I mean you'll feel it."
Elder Sun completely blanched. He didn't know how to respond to this, nor did he understand how Rhykan could possibly be so calm.
"There are certain things in life you have to do even if it costs you. It's too convenient to use him, but he is too good at not being used. The longer our relationship lasts, the more reliant I would grow on him. He's a Swiss army knife like no other and I would lose any need for my own edge with him in my palm.
"Even if we made it to Demi-God, we would never make it to Godhood. My sights aren't aimed so low."
Elder Sun's pupils trembled. Slowly, he began to truly calm down.
"What are your commands, young master?"
"He will give this Karma to the Weaver Guild."
"Not his own Clan?"
"No. You've already sensed it, he already had such an opportunity but he didn't take it. He's willing to risk himself, but there are those he cares about that he isn't willing to risk. If it was just a matter of himself, maybe he would have personally taken it already. But there is a middle ground that allows him to benefit while gaining a shield."
"Will we be attacking the Weaver Guild, then?"
"No. Wouldn't that just be the same matter? I'd just be being led by the nose through a different matter. There's a much more interesting play here."
Elder Sun's eyes glowed. "Your wish is my command."
"The Seeing Eye Guild. It's curious that they were so eager to win, don't you think? It's also quite peculiar that an A-tier with so many grandchildren and so many years of separation from her descendants would care so much about the death of one... Salivar Entrim, was it?"
Elder Sun's eyes looked to only be glowing more fiercely.
"Also, why are there two such high-level Madness Disciples here?"
"Two?"
Rhykan didn't explain, his gaze focused on the region the Sloth had long disappeared from. He hadn't been sure before, but the Sloth's actions... he always seemed to react the exact same as the Glutton in response to things Sylas did.
Not only that, but he also seemed to interact with Sylas as though he already knew him.
"There's another matter going on here. I need more information."
"Then?"
"Apply some pressure on the Seeing Eye Guild, not too overtly. Just make them feel like the Thryskai aren't happy with their lack of resistance. Make them fight the war for us."
"And Sylas?"
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