The Royal Blue Troll Elder hurried to pull Six back, grabbing him by the shoulder. He yanked him out of the influence of Sylas' Will Domain and sliced down at his collarbone, taking a huge chunk out of his torso before he managed to save his life.
Six took heavy breaths, cold sweat covering his brow.
From start to finish, Sylas didn't even look at him, as though he was still waiting on Elder Verale's answer.
To her credit, she recovered quickly, and her body didn't so much as twitch toward the direction of retreat that had been her instinct.
Sylas' Will felt overwhelming, and his spatial control was exceptional. His Rune Mastery was even better than that.
He was a threat, but he wasn't to the point of being entirely unmanageable. At most, he could protect himself. So long as he wasn't the sort she was helpless against, fear wasn't an emotion she would allow herself to feel.
Especially not at the expense of the momentum of her party.
"According to our reports you don't speak very much at all, but you've come here to talk smack, boy?" Verale giggled. "Is this to prove a point? A warning? Do you think that you alone are enough to stop an entire Heaven's invasion?"
"An entire Heaven?" Sylas nodded slowly. "I wonder why this entire Heaven's invasion only seems to involve a single Guild and their three Races alone. Is it because you're the useless cannon fodder? Or is it because this is your one-sided wishful thinking?"
Verale's eyes narrowed. "Bold, indeed."
Sylas didn't reply, but Verale's lack of answer told him quite a lot.
What kind of Heavenly invasion only involved a single guild? Sylas had lost count of the number of Clans, Sects, and Guilds there were in the Skai Heaven.
Unless the entire Cryst Heaven was made up of the Seeing Eye Guild alone, this was no invasion. At least not yet.
"I seem to recall that there are a lot of people here who want to see you dead. Are you sure this is the aggressive stance you'd like to take."
"People have been trying to kill me for a very long while now. Which of them have you seen succeed."
"Indeed. Instead of that, you tend to kill quite a lot. Massacring women, children, and the helpless. What a man you are." Verale's voice came out in such a low tone it almost registered as a growl.
"Interesting." Sylas said, clearly not giving a damn. "So you aren't from the Cryst Heaven."
Verale froze and Four's eyes narrowed.
Sylas looked away from Verale and his eyes landed on Four.
"Are you?" Sylas looked her up and down and then slowly nodded. "I see."
Verale didn't even know what to say. One moment she was grilling Sylas for all the people he had killed with his Hollow Wing's abilities, and in the next moment he had exposed something he should have never known.
How would he know that?


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