Four stood in silence for a long while, looking at Sylas without the slightest flicker in her gaze. There was a pressure radiating from her that was making even Elder Verale uncomfortable, yet Sylas stood beneath its waves akin to an anchor in the middle of the ocean, unbothered by its ebbs and flows.
With a thought, Salivar's corpse vanished.
"You are playing a dangerous game."
Sylas didn't respond. Instead, he looked back, meeting Malikhi's gaze with a nod and then scanning the other elders that had come before his gaze landed on the Varath Founding Ancestor.
He instantly picked him out as the strongest amongst them.
The other disciples of the Weaver Guild looked like they were scrutinizing him, but after the exchange that just happened, the confusion and unwillingness in their eyes instantly became wariness.
Somehow, Sylas was both beneath them in tier, and yet superior in every aspect they could think of.
Sylas observed the Varath Founding Ancestor for a moment longer before he turned back to Four.
"If your goal is to step into my territory, you're welcome to come." Sylas said.
Then he actually turned to leave.
"Are you under the impression that we'll let you leave so easily?"
Sylas seemed to have grown tired of talking. Even if he managed to kill Four here, it would be troublesome and annoying, there were far more efficient ways to get things done.
Four's gaze flickered. She couldn't ever remember anyone ignoring her in her life, least of all a man.
To the side, Rhykan smiled with another lick at his lollipop. Sylas hadn't given him a glance either. It was impossible that Sylas wouldn't know that he was here. Someone like Sylas was always constantly scanning his environment, constantly preparing, constantly crafting exit plans and contingencies.
If not, it was impossible that he would have managed to escape the Seeing Eye Guild with his life.
But the current Sylas was truly in a precarious situation. That wasn't entirely because of those that surrounded him, but it definitely played a large part.
There were three reasons.
The first was that the Seeing Eye Guild wanted him dead no matter what. And the second… unfortunately for Sylas, the rewards of an A-Grade Demi-God Dungeon had just been claimed and everyone was fairly certain he had managed to take it all for himself.
That wasn't something even the Weaver Guild could easily give up even if they had the most reason to be on Sylas' side.
And that left the third and final reason he couldn't leave so easily.
He wasn't exactly all that chummy with the Thryskai either. He had stolen their spot to ascend to Demi-Godhood, killed many of their members, and thwarted their plans several times over.
Six made a move and Four blocked him with an arm.
As though Six was scared to touch Four even the slightest bit, he hurried to stop and even bent away from it before exhaling a breath of relief.
If One knew he had even touched Four at all, he'd definitely experience something far worse than just death alone.
"This is the last chance." Four said calmly, looking at Sylas' retreating back.
Sylas didn't reply and Four only nodded once.
"I will fight him." Four said, speaking to no one in particular and yet seemingly everyone at once. It was like she was marking out her own territory.


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