The scope of the Scorned Wraps was very narrow. It could only be applied to a very specific action, and only if that action was being taken by the system.
By comparison, the shard was far more powerful. It superseded the system and applied to the laws of the universe itself, fundamental laws that even the system would have to abide by.
However, because of that scope, it was far more dangerous. And, because its very essence looked down on the universe from the ceiling above, just being in its presence made one feel small and vulnerable. It was the sort of treasure that could break a person.
It seemed that the Professors weren't just insane because it was their original disposition, but being in the presence of this shard for so long could leave them completely broken.
By the same token, though...
The more calm Germaine became, the more she seemed to fidget. She swayed from side to side and seemed to have forgotten about her shock toward Sylas. Her eyes were entirely glued to the shard in Sylas' hand... And then saliva began to drip down from the corners of her mouth. She itched at her neck, veins bulging from her eyes. It was strenuous to tell if she was in pain or if she was moments away from the best orgasm she had ever had in her life.
Her nails dug into her neck, drawing blood that seemed to shake her awake. Sylas, though, didn't seem to have noticed her struggle at all.
As much control over Germaine as he had had while the shard was in her, he had even more now that it was no longer there. It would be trivial to deal with her now.
"Swallowing isn't the method. Where is it?" Sylas asked.
"You... you have to... swallow it... the method is stored within the initiation itself."
Sylas' eyes sharpened and a pressure radiated from him. Seemingly multiplied several times over by the shard, Germaine fell to a knee with such force her femur shattered.
She screamed in pain and a hint of surprise flashed in Sylas' eyes. He hadn't tried to do that at all.
'She must be particularly sensitive to it. I don't think this would have worked against a C-tier without an understanding of what this shard is.'
The shard was... fascinating in a way. Sylas felt like if he handed it to an infant, they would be perfectly fine. It only worked on those aware of its existence.
It was like the incarnation of ignorance is bliss.
However, Germaine didn't think that Sylas was ignorant. It was the exact opposite.
When she offered Sylas to join the Professors when they first met, it was very genuine. Only those with the right mindset could be a part of their secret organization, and every person that had ever been offered such a thing was capable of sensing the true power of the shard.
That was why she didn't understand... how could Sylas be so unaffected?
What Germaine didn't know was that her rank amongst the Professors was far too low... Sylas was far from the only one so unaffected.
But Sylas might be among the only few to be so unbothered on a mere second interaction with this crimson lightning.
"I'm not... lying..." Germaine wheezed, hissing out a breath. "... This is... the internal protective measure... of the Professors."
"Is that so..." Sylas was no longer paying attention to Germaine any longer. His eyes flashed.
BANG.
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