Darkness swallowed as far as the eye could see.
Or, that would have been the case had Sylas not long grasped for the void. This was already the third time he had arrived through this portal, and right now, it might as well have been as bright as midday.
The first time he stepped foot here he nearly lost himself in the infinite void forever. The second time, he had ended up causing an old man of the Analei to achieve enlightenment, effectively causing the old man to leave him alone.
This time, the very same old man was here once again, but he sensed like even less of a threat to Sylas than ever before.
He stood there with a smile, clasping his hands behind his back with a calm look in his eyes.
The difference was that this time, the look was very clearly forced and feigned. At least in Sylas' eyes.
Fanelei took a step forward. "Founding-."
Nobel held a hand up, causing the apology on Fanelei's expression to waver for a moment. She had a great deal of respect for the old man, but there was little she could do if he insisted on being stubborn.
By the old man's side, Akshat sneered. The last time he had ended up having to swallow his grievances. It looked like his master planned on finally putting Fanelei and the child in their place this time.
"Sylas Grimblade." Nobel said slowly.
Sylas looked over, meeting the old man's eyes with a hardly measured indifference. There was nothing about his expression that seemed to dictate even the slightest hint of respect.
"I must thank you. You've helped me reach an understanding of Rune Mastery I believed was forever lost to me."
"Master..." Akshat whispered, but he was stopped much like Fanelei had been.
"Please accept my bow."
Nobel clasped his hands and leaned forward until his head was nearly parallel to the ground. Then, he remained tall once again, fixing his robes and smoothing out their wrinkles.
"Now, with that concluded, we must move on to business. Your name is quite volatile, and you have taken quite a lot from our Weaver Guild without returning much of what you've gained. Instead, you've forced us to weather the storm of the chaos you've wrought while rewarding our own efforts to others as you've deemed fit.
"As much as you've helped me, I am but one Ancestor of the Guild, whereas there are dozens of others who've not only not gained anything, but have lost instead.
"If you chose not to return, out of respect for what you've done for me, I would not personally pursue you, though I would not stop the others from doing so.
"However, now that you have come, it is my obligation to take action. As a member affiliated to our Weaver Guild, you will be punished under its rules just like anyone else has. And given what you have done, you have received sins of the lowest caliber.
"Your sentencing is not yet complete, but make no mistake that it will be swift and heavy."

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