Sylas stood there, Old Brama’s smoking laser gun by the side of his head as a newcor made his way out.
He was shorter than the man, but only barely. He carried the sa look, the sa feel, that pale skin flickering beneath the sunlight as though a glossy, greyed mirror.
Not far behind him, though, another appeared. Unlike the first two, this one wore a scowl on his face as though he was looking for soone.
"I can sll the scorpion on you. Where is she?"
Sylas ignored him. Turning around, he stepped into the skies, walking across it as though it were flat land until he landed on a familiar platform.
...
"It’s that son of a bitch," Gwenu growled from within the ground and would have leapt out of Khan’s control if he wasn’t ready.
"Can you relax, please? That’s the most powerful E-tier I’ve ever sensed in my life. You think going over there in your state is going to end well?"
"Let at him, he won’t last a move."
"Yeah? Is that why you ran away with your tail between your legs?"
"If that’s what happened, why do you think he looks so pissed? Fuck you!"
The banter of the two was completely drowned out by the sound of the crowd.
"Hush, focus. Right now we’re here to support Sylas. You need to show so of the decorum of a senior sister at so point."
Gwenu scoffed, and then thought of sothing.
"Hey, was he telling the truth when he said he was a Spark Rune Master? Or was he just trying to piss them off?"
Khan blinked, then he thought back to when Sylas ford his Scorpion Warlord Armor in front of him. He was absolutely sure... that had been a Spark Mastery Armor, he just didn’t know the exact percentage.
Seeing Khan fall to silence, Gwenu’s expression also beca more serious.
Just who was this new junior brother of theirs?
...
Sylas landed on the platform, his gaze calm.
Urolius’ wings flapped and he gently landed a mont afterward. He had also not said a word, but the fury of his E-tier senior due to Sylas ignoring him was hard to ignore.
"Don’t worry, Magnus. I’ll wipe the smugness from his face." Urolius’ handso features twisted in a nacing grin.
"Since your F-tier here has so graciously decided to place their head into the noose, then we won’t be impolite," the man said slowly. "We, the Bat Lineage, forrly of Beast Warlord Sanctum 065, would like to formally sow for power."
The Thryskai man raised a hand into the air and an emblem blood into the skies. Sylas had only seen one before, but it didn’t take soone as intelligent as he was to connect the dots. This was a badge, the symbol of the person he assud to be the 713th Bat Warlord—if this Sanctum was on the 713th generation as well, that is.
With this badge here, it ant that things were official.
Which also ant that he didn’t have to waste ti on this fanfare any longer.
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[Na: Urolius Berthon][Level: 50]
[Physical: 2272][ntal: 3288][Will: 3111]
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Urolius felt the invasion on his psyche imdiately. He blinked, the foreign feeling shaking him for a mont.
Powerful, indeed. If not for Dominus Paragon, Sylas wouldn’t have stats anywhere near this level. This Urolius would be three tis as powerful as him practically across the board. No, even more tis than that, for sure.
But unfortunately...
BANG!
Urolius doubled over, his body bending forward out of his control. Sylas’ fist drove into his gut, sparking with lightning and wild fus of darkness.
With a cough, a projectile of blood ca from the Thryskai’s lips, and his body, which should have otherwise been sent flying, was sohow nailed in place as though by law or demand.
BANG!
Sylas’ elbow cut down from a lofty position, smashing into the back of Urolius’ head, his face careening into the hard ground.
"Hey, hey! He used the sa trick he did against ! He’s so shaless, I love it!" Gwenu scread and cheered, practically louder than anyone else.
Sylas bent down, grabbing a handful of Urolius’ hair. Judging by this man’s stats, he should probably be stronger. Unfortunately for him, Sylas was bolstered not just by his casual use of Runes, but also an array of Skills that ca from a pair of Legendary Gene Classes, all powered by Intelligence that was more than double that of Urolius’ own.
His body might not be capable of accepting the perfect array of stats his Gene Classes should give him, but that didn’t stop their accessory abilities from being off the charts.
"Is this why you were so arrogant? You can’t last a single exchange?"
The man’s voice was still echoing across the air when Sylas spoke, the bloodied nose of his F-tier spilling all over the arena.
Even the mbers of the 073rd Sanctum didn’t know what they were seeing. That wasn’t just anyone—that was a Thryskai. And this Sylas... he was even more powerful than the last ti they had seen him. But had it even been much more than a week?
It was then they seed to recall sothing...
Sylas had been an in-na disciple not long ago. Many thought that Gralith must have been secretly pouring resources into him for a long ti, but what if it was the case that Gralith had really not been lying? What if Gralith had been telling the truth and had followed the Sanctum’s rules without deviating?
Then how much stronger would Sylas beco with their support?
Urolius hacked, trying to regain his bearings. But then Sylas actually let him go.
"I’ll give you one more chance. Stand up."
Sylas flickered and vanished, appearing over 20 ters away from Urolius as though to show him that he really was giving him another chance.
The Bat Lineage Warlord Badge was still awkwardly hanging in the air when everything settled in for Urolius.
His fury billowed forth.
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