Sylas knew nothing of the conversations that Slithering and Scurrying Madness were having. He had also forgotten about Weaving Madness after he left the region.
If such a powerful entity was interested in him, there was little he could do for the time being. He would, of course, prepare in his own way. But something told him that he wouldn't have to worry about those few for a while.
The one that he really needed to worry about was whoever had managed to take control of Nosphaleen.
That matter was very odd to Sylas as well. Logically, Nosphaleen had awakened the Virtue of Envy. If it worked like the other Virtues did, she should be in full control over herself and her Sinโthus making it a Virtue.
But there had been something very off about her Will. How could it be both?
"Thank you, Sylas." Fanelei said again, lowering her head in a real bow. "I do not know how to repay you. I also want to apologize again for what I did. I wasn't in my right state of mind, but that is no excuse. It won't happen again."
Sylas looked at Fanelei for a while.
She was quite the interesting woman. Despite having the appearance of a woman in her peak, her voice sounded like that of an old woman. It crackled, had a bit of gravelliness to it, and it was to the point it was clear she was doing it on purpose.
Maybe not that she was actively changing her voice, but instead like she had let her throat age in a way she wasn't allowing the rest of her body to.
This was probably some sort of cultural convention of the Analei. They lived for so long, and had so many lives, that it was hard to tell exactly how old they were based on appearance alone. So they signaled their real age with their voices instead.
Sylas still remembered the first time he had heard her voice. He had expected to come here to see an old woman, but instead there was quite a youthful beauty instead.
Well, not entirely youthful, but close enough that the differences hardly mattered.
Sylas had never actually thought about Fanelei in that way because in general, he just never really did have that thought about random women he came across in the first place. The voice certainly didn't help. But it was hard not to when she quite literally pressed her breasts against you.
Clearly, Sylas didn't have as much control over his Lust Seed as his Pride Seed. It was the latter that guided the former, but if the situation was ridiculous enough, he could see his Lust Seed making a harder push.
His gaze flickered for a moment.
That sounded a lot like what might be happening to Nosphaleen. Just because it was a Virtue, didn't mean it couldn't be tugged and imbalanced toward the wrong direction. It needed to be fed as well.
The point of a Virtue was for it to actually be used. Sylas' Pride was so powerful because it was practically constantly active.
But he never let his Lust Seed out to "play". His Greed Seed had also been a real problemโฆ until he started dissecting corpses.

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