As expected, Sylas didn't even get the chance to return to the group for long. The moment he did and the next was selected-Deuvuo himself the big man gave a sheepish smile and a coy glance at Sylas.
Unsurprisingly, Sylas didn't react to this very much. There was no rage and his eyes were unreadable in a way that left even the shameless Deuvuo feeling uncomfortable. There was just something about Sylas' existence that created it feel like "surprise" wasn't exactly something he ever experienced.
Whether or not that was true, Deuvuo was of the opinion it couldn't possibly be so. How could you be human and yet never surprised?
But that calming mountain that was Sylas' Will simply felt... immovable right now.
Sylas had already been stepping forward before Deuvuo could say anything. There was no need for a vote because both parties agreed to it. It was like Sylas couldn't be bothered to waste any more time.
It almost made Deuvuo uncomfortable.
Almost.
As far as he was concerned, his life was more important.
Sylas stepped onto the second stair and a puppet appeared across from him. The same glass formed face, the same gears of gold and copper, the same butler-like outfit and white, pristine gloves.
The only thing that was different was that it attacked instantly. There was no waiting, no pause, no calm before the storm.
The winds split as though to make way. The creature almost didn't have a presence in the first place. It felt like the world made way for it, vanishing at its edges to make way for the void that was its existence.
And then it appeared in front of Sylas, its finger piercing outward toward his forehead.
But just when the creature was getting close, it slowed down considerably. Its every being shifted and changed as though to mimic the Sylas it had come to know moments before.
And then it pressed its finger down onto Sylas' forehead.
Chi.
The puppet shattered apart.
From start to finish, Sylas didn't move a single inch. His hair didn't so much as flutter, the winds that the creature had kicked up returning to their starting place like they had never been moved in the first place.
Deuvuo, Juxi, and Alpine all had the very same reaction. Wide eyes and wildly beating hearts. They couldn't understand what had just happened at all.
But once more, Sylas was sent back to the waiting area and they were forced to take the next turn. Alpine's enormous frame was lit up and he was teleported forward.
The confusion was still clear on the Royal Blue Troll's face. He had only read about the puppets of the Zeus Clan, but their appearance was so one part breathtaking and another part unique that he could tell what they were instantly.
But what if they were just poor imitations? Had they been tricked?
The Zeus Puppets were far too intelligent. The idea that they would be so easily tricked... no, it was impossible.
But even if it was a farce, there was no reason for Alpine to take the chance. He too demanded Sylas take his place, and without even so much as a pause, Sylas appeared on the stairs again.
The next puppet appeared, its body churning with majesty as it took a step forward. The same polite smile formed of twisting and rotating golden and copper gears was still very much reflected behind the glass casing that was its head, but its aura reflected something utterly different.
How an object without Will could possibly have such a presence... it was impossible to tell. It was almost as impossible to track its movements as it appeared before Sylas in a blink, moving even faster than before.


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