Unfortunately for Sylas, that answer was obvious to him imdiately as well.
[A-Grade dley (Gold) (Raw Template)]
[The Harmony of the universe is only heard by the strong and suffered by the weak. Hear the tune of an A-tier, dance to their rhythm, and strike with their power] [Uses: 1/1]
He had already used one of his rewards to learn about this Call of the Titan, but was he going to have to use a second so imdiately afterward?
The value of A-Grade dley was hard to describe, and it might remarkably well save Sylas in the future. A future that was a lot nearer than it probably seed right this mont.
However... a one-ti-use item versus a perpetual improvent to his grasp and understanding over a Profession that was invaluable to him.
If he could use Call of the Titan on Reaper Sealwright, he wouldn't have to worry about life-threatening Profession Quests, his improvent would be smooth, and most importantly of all, he would have an inside track to maximizing his Grimblade Race.
On top of that, he had already proven several tis that Reaper Sealwright wasn't just an auxiliary ability. It could be used directly in combat as well.
It had helped him kill Ande, and though he had purposely not used it against Salivar, had he, the battle would have been far easier than it had been.
The trouble was...
Even A-Grade dley might not be enough to guarantee that he didn't lose his life. The gap between A-tier and S- tier wasn't sothing that Sylas had experienced personally, but he knew for a fact it had to be huge.
Just because he used A-Grade dley didn't an that he would get off scot-free. If anything, it just might an that he was in pain for longer.
However...
'It's worth it.'
Sylas wasn't the sort to try and hoard sothing that could save his life only a single ti. He would always choose foundation over imdiate gains. What was long and lasting would never match up to what was short and fleeting.
But it was still impossible for him to make this sort of choice without more assurances. He needed more... what he genuinely needed was a version of Androda that could be used with his current self.
'Wait...'
An idea churned in Sylas' mind.
His limiting factor right now was certainly his Wisdom. Of all his ntal Stats, Wisdom was now the only one that wasn't Willborne. However, the state of his Willborne Intelligence was very odd as well.
He had deciphered how to form Willborne Intelligence, but unlike his Willborne Charisma, his Willborne Intelligencewas very tier-dependent. If he progressed to E-tier, he would likely lose it.
Luckily, he had received a multiplier to his reward, and thus he now had a Glassvolt Cryst that would help him form Willborne Intelligence in the E-tier as well.
So long as Sylas stayed ahead of it, he was confident in keeping his Willborne Intelligence. And, if he reached a certain threshold, he would likely be completely free to keep his Willborne Intelligence even without the need of a reward like the Glassvolt Cryst.
However, this was only fringely related to what Sylas had in mind right now.
If his Wisdom beca Willborne Wisdom, then it would beco far more elastic and flexible. It would also gain so of the effects of Infinite Will, essentially becoming undying.
Would it still have limits?
Of course.
Sylas had taken his fair share of high-level math classes, so he knew that there were differences even in infinity, as counterintuitive as that sounded. In addition, his Infinite Will seed to be a bit... crippled.
The system didn't seem sure that he had it, and sothing told Sylas it was because his base tier and Will stat weren't high enough to display its full might.
Even so, if he could find a way to tie his Wisdom to his Will, then his Wisdom would undoubtedly have far more staying power.
If he combined A-Grade dley with Willborne Wisdom... he might have just enough to make it.
But the question was... how could he do that?
He couldn't just drum up sothing so valuable out of thin air. Even if he was determined to do it, Sylas bet it would take him a year or two.
Of course, such an assessnt would be ridiculous to most. Determination shouldn't be a asure of how possible sothing was... unless you were Sylas, that is.
But in a year or two, Sylas might already long be dead if he wasn't pushing forward and improving every waking mont.
He needed another way.
Sylas stood up and vanished.
It took a while, but Sylas eventually found Old Brama. Without much more than a nod in greeting, he began to speak. The mo he did so, the more Old Brama's eye twitched.
"Are you... insane?" Old Brama finally said. "Androda is not ant to work like that, and you've already long superseded the capacity. I just don't have the skill to do sothing like that."
"But the legacy you've been learning from does," Sylas replied calmly. "Give it to ."
Old Brama's pupils constricted into pinholes. After a long while, he shook his head and sighed.
"In my hands, it's still fine. But if you take this legacy, it will cause a great number of problems. They're fine to ignore because I'm weak and unskilled. In your hands, though, this thod might truly be revived. At that point, there will be more powers than you could imagine that will want to get their hands on it.
"That is actually only part of the truth. They are ignoring because I'm unskilled. But it's also because I'm unskilled that the inheritance hasn't shown its full potential, so they actually aren't sure if what's in my possession is real and true or not-"
Sylas held up a hand. "I have powerful enemies already. I don't care about adding more. Let them co."
Old Brama's lip twitched again. Pale-faced, he eventually handed it over.
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