Sylas' eyes narrowed. He could feel something scanning him, but it wasn't quite moving with the shape and precision it should, almost like these guards hadn't been properly maintained in so very long.
This left Sylas feeling even more odd.
He had come here for some of the most comprehensive guidance and information he had ever received. But everywhere he went, he just found things in foolish disrepair. Depending on the situation, either one of those descriptors could be applied alone as well.
Especially the foolish part.
It wasn't obvious on first sight, but to Sylas it might as well have been a glaring reality.
The guards finished their scan and stepped aside with hard, fast steps. The large doors behind them slowly swung open.
"HEY!"
One of the Rune Masters loitering around immediately looked toward the gates. Sylas and his grandfather were already stepping inside, but there was a sudden mad rush of Rune Masters who charged for the tower.
"Let me in!" the man roared at Sylas. "You're taking someone in with you! Take me instead! I can reward you!"
When he realized Sylas was actually ignoring him, the man's temper immediately flared. Whatever fuse he did have to work with must have been short, because it couldn't have been more than a second later that he went from pleading to furious.
The doors slammed shut.
BOOM.
The man slammed into the crossed spears of the twin guards, rebounding away so fast he tumbled into the surging crowd. They were all knocked away like a bunch of bowling pins in an alley, a swath of falling dominoes for as far as the eye could see.
They had certainly reacted quickly, but not quickly enough, it would seem.
Sylas gazed back, his eyes sparking in a sort of subtle contemplation. The Rune Masters out there weren't exactly terrible.
The man who had shouted the most clamorously was definitely an A-tier, and he was wearing robes that suggested he had stepped into Rune Creation of the F-tier.
Yet, he was stuck outside the rotating tower of gears as well. Why was that?
Sylas looked up and it felt like he was looking at the internal mechanisms of a watch again.
There were glass floors beneath him and glass floors above him. But each one of these glass floors encased complex mechanisms of rotating gears within themselves.

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