The woman had her lips painted in an almost fluorescent blue. Her eyelashes were bold and dark, her pupils just ever so slightly slit. It was like she was on the verge of becoming a snake, but wasn't yet quite there.
She dressed like she was about to step into the most elegant and grand of ballrooms, her gown dragging along the ground in beautiful strands that layered atop of themselves in greens, violets, and blues… almost exactly like the tail of a peacock was following after her.
As elegant as the gown was in shape, in fabric… it was anything but. It was almost completely sheer, revealing the slender taper of her belly button and toned stomach.
Her breasts stood proud, only held up by an underlinement of thick wire. However, there was no pad hiding her nipples from the world. They shone through the sheer cloth as well, her breasts slightly swaying with her every movement.
Yet, this was far from the wildest thing about her style of dress. Down below, she wore no underwear at all. Instead, it was a thick mat of well-groomed hair that hid most of her private parts. If not for the band of string connecting the front to the back, one would have thought it was just another pair of panties.
However, it became all too obvious if one did trail behind her that she wasn't wearing any at all, her cheeks swaying independently and with so much freedom they jiggled more than even her breasts did.
As wildly as she dressed, though, very few if any at all dared to look anywhere but directly into her eyes.
Sylas didn't seem to get that memo.
He glanced at her from head to toe, his gaze not shifting or flickering about in the slightest.
A pulsing aura came from the man in the distance, but his pupils constricted when he realized that his Will fell into Sylas' own like a pebble in the vast ocean.
Sylas looked away from the woman slowly, his gaze landing on the man who probably thought he was well hidden.
He was not.
Plus, only having Fragmented Infinite Will and then attempting to shake Sylas' Will with a casual push was… nothing short of foolish.
Especially when, with Sylas' Void Comprehension, it was almost impossible for someone to find the core of his Will to attack in the first place.
That was to say that even if the man had had a Will higher than Sylas' own, he would have likely failed to do any real damage if he insisted on being casual about it.
The fact his Will was weaker and only supplemented to a higher level by his Tier…
Well, it made him look exceptionally foolish in Sylas' eyes.
Not that many more than the woman herself noticed what just happened.
Sylas wasn't one to let something like that go, though.
"If you want your woman to not be looked at, tell her to wear more layers. If you cannot, it sounds to me like she isn't your woman, so who do you think you are to attempt to pressure me?"
The man had been leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, content to watch things from a distance without interfering. But when he heard this, he couldn't help but perk up and stand tall.
"What did you just say?"


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