Sylas took a deep breath and exhaled, his expression a bit pale. He closed his eyes, knowing that he had won the first battle, but was likewise very much aware that he was running out of ti to get to the second.
There were only about three hours or so until the next wave.
'An hour.'
Sylas took a seat on the Hollow Wing's back, continuing to take deep breaths.
Corpses of the mbers of the 040 Sanctum were littered around them-the last of them having been personally killed by him-while the vast majority had ended up leaving.
By now, he had definitely exposed the sheer amount of control he had over the Serpentes. But if he hadn't done so, he knew that he would have been screwed over. There was definitely no way he could have defeated two waves of Demons on his own without the 040 Sanctum as a shield.
Sylas' eyes flashed open after exactly an hour passed.
He still had lingering issues from his previous unconscious state, but they were mostly minimal problems... if he didn't push himself too far, that was.
Unfortunately, he didn't have that luxury right now.
He needed to scout.
The Hollow Wing shot into the air and flashed away.
Sylas' eyes darted around as he crossed through one territory after another.
There were 40 Sanctums participating, separated into an irregular grid across the battlefield. Each battlefield was at least 2,000 kiloters across, and accounting for the roughly square to circular shape of the battlefield itself, the diater was around 12,000 kiloters or so.
It took the Hollow Wing 26 to 30 blinks to cross from one side of the battlefield to the next with its current strength. This allowed Sylas to quickly map out the regions and form an understanding of where all the Sanctums were located.
Now, he could pick his next target more strategically.
Sylas began putting the Hollow Wing into the Hibernation Realm and pulling it out continuously. Although he could have used the Hibernation Halo instead, Hibernation Halo required active use of his Will, while the Hibernation Realm did not.
He had to save his strength where he could, so though it was a little inconvenient and less effective, so long as he wasn't in the middle of battle, this was the better choice for him.
After an hour, he had a full scope of understanding of every battlefield. However, because of his choice, he had also likely been exposed by so of the Sanctums as well.
There was no choice. If he was going to get close enough to tell which Sanctums were where, then he would also be exposing himself to likewise being seen.
This seed to have made the fact Sylas hid the Hollow Wing useless, but this wasn't the case.
For one, Sylas hadn't been seen by every one of them. Only about 10 or so of the remaining 38 Sanctums now knew he had such a fast thod of travel. The problem was that those 10 Sanctums were also the ten most powerful of them-but that was going to have to be an issue for another ti.
Second, just because they knew Sylas had the Hollow Wing now, didn't an they had as much information as those watching from the outside.
From everything they knew, they likely felt that sothing like the Hollow Wing's blink ability could only be used a limited number of tis. They had no idea how continuously he could use it, and many of them believed that he had used up those opportunities to quickly escape them.
Sylas stopped in the air.
There was an hour left now. The question was... how best to take advantage of the current layout of things?
Ti ticked away, and everyone seed to be waiting for Sylas' next move. But as ti continued on, and the mont of the next wave's start inched forward, those of the 073 Sanctum began to grow antsy.
Was Sylas waiting until the very last mont? That made sense in part, since it would save him the hassle of being attacked by those in control of certain territories. But given his strength, he shouldn't have to cut it this close, right?
Three...
Two...
Sylas' eyes opened.
The mbers of the 073 Sanctum almost fainted. Sylas hadn't moved at all. He had returned to the territory of the 040 Sanctum, and now the second Demon Wave had been triggered.
Sylas took a step and fell from the Hollow Wing's back, exhaling a calm breath as Nosphaleen stepped out from a swirling portal of gold by his side. Her skin rippled with scales, and she returned to her peak condition, a trident pulsing with light in her hands.
"Deal with large threats I point out. Otherwise, just watch," Sylas said calmly. "Watch very closely."
"Yes, Master," Nosphaleen said with a pleasant smile.
Sylas clenched his fists, and the lower half of his sleeves shattered, his Scorned Wraps manifesting in dancing lines of bloodied bandages.
His calves followed suit as he took a step forward, his Aether thrumming with life and vitality.
The ground shook as the second wave of Demons closed in, their bodies surging ahead with a montum that seed to have the world at their beck and call.
[Morphing Earth Demon (E)] [Level: 100]
[Physical: 520,000]
[ntal: 500,000]
[Will: 500,000]
Not just one, but sea after sea of them, thousands stacking atop thousands, and tens of thousands more following after them.
For a single F-tier to be facing off against this kind of threat seed little more than foolish. No one could understand what Sylas was thinking at all.
Sylas' chest bulged, and what remained of his turtleneck tore to pieces, flying off into the wind.
His eyes glowed with the majesty of an emperor, the ring of gold around them only growing more volatile.
He took a step forward, and the ground shook once again. But this ti, it was because he commanded it to be so.
In a blink, he had vanished.
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