Sylas's breathing was slow and steady. Celestial Republic soldiers were running from him in droves, and he couldn't be bothered to go after them at all.
It only made sense that they were scared shitless. After all, their General's unconscious body was now dripping blood from his hand. However, Sylas hadn't killed him just yet.
Darla, Paul, and General Song stood not a single chance when Sylas started to go all out. Their battle hardly lasted for more than a half minute.
Sylas looked toward where Grin's blade was and reached out a hand. A green aura surged forward, a long arm extending from his palm, wrapping around it, ripping it out of the tree, and sending it into the Madness Key.
IIe didn't take a look at it for now because there was sothing more important to do.
Sylas returned to the Celestial Republic, feeling the snow falling on his body.
By now, the guards around Morgan had already realized that sothing was wrong with so many soldiers running away, and they were about to make a move to escort Morgan back when Sylas appeared.
"Make it easy on yourself and just let go, Morgan spoke for the first ti.
He realized the instant Sylas returned that things had gone about how he expected. Sylas wasn't a fool, so he had a hard ti imagining that he would jump into such danger only to get pumled in the end. And he knew Sylas' view of the world, so there was no way he would risk his life just to save a beast unless he was sure he could succeed.
By now, it was obvious why Sylas had yet to kill General Song.
Without the Quickti Event, he couldn't leave the System City as he was still its City Lord. So if he wanted to get Morgan out, it was best he wait before killing General Song.
Plus... getting Morgan back would be even more convenient with him as a hostage.
In the end, he was correct. But unfortunately for the n protecting Morgan, the instant Sylas vanished into the first Planar Convergence Gate with Morgan and returned to the city was the sa instant the Spinecoil Poison made all of General Song's bones as soft as wet paper.
Sylas took a breath as he received the notification of his success. For another person, the tension might have left their body, and they might have even felt relieved. But... Sylas didn't feel that way. He was almost... disappointed.
Sylas shook his head. He still had things to do.
It wasn't long before he had escorted Morgan to the City Lord mansion and faced the man directly.
"You're more important than I thought you were. Why is that?" Sylas asked.
Morgan's answer was almost shockingly straightforward.
"I have a Silver Grade Profession of two Paths they often mistake for a Gold Grade one. It is called Vice Instructor. The first Path is called Language Vice, and the second Path is called Lecturers Vice.
"The abilities can get very complicated, but the gist of it is that Language Vice allows to read and understand all languages. Lecturers Vice allows to pass on that information to others and briefly,
or permanently in so cases, allow them to understand it"
"Vice?" Sylas asked.
Originally, he thought the na of the Profession being Vice Instructor was a nod to sothing like a Vice Principal, aning there was a higher level of this Profession.
But the way Vice was used in the Paths made him think that it might be referring to sothing completely different, maybe even sothing evil.
"Yes. This is what I an where the abilities get complicated because there is sothing very... sinister about this Profession if used in the right ways. As much as I can give, I can also take.
"In the context of Language Vice, I can erase the history of a civilization's remains and even rewrite it. In terms of Lecturers Vice, I can strip away a person's understanding of a language.
Sylas fell into silence, looking deeply into Morgan's eyes.
For a normal person, it might be easy to dismiss such a thing. What was the worth of changing ancient history? Sure, there might be so contexts where that could cause people of the present to make the wrong assumptions, but that was nothing that a normal person couldn't do to varying levels of success. Maybe at best, what would differentiate Morgan was the fact that he could make the fakes convincing even under great scrutiny.
As for Lecturers Vice, it was far more sinister. It might be horrible if you really lost the ability to understand language, but... it wasn't like it would kill you... right?
However, Sylas wasn't a normal person. He was well on his way to being a Rune Master. In fact, if the outside world knew of his advancent to Rune Soul, especially the speed at which he did it, there wouldn't be enough words in the world to describe their shock.
If language in this context ant what he thought it ant, then sure... maybe in the simplest applications, Morgan could cause an army to forget how to communicate and thus ruin their organization. But in the most sinister applications, couldn't he make a person forget how to use their Skills? Their Gene Talents? Even their Genes themselves?
And what if this rewriting of history Language Vice represented could allow him to actually influence sothing in the past?
Sylas felt that that was likely too exaggerated, especially for a re Silver Grade Profession, even if it did have two Paths. If a Silver Profession could rewrite tilines, then shouldn't he be a God already? But maybe there was sothing that he was missing here that might be able to explain it all.
"Alright. For now, stay here. When the ti cos, I will take you back to Casstle Main!
After saying this, Sylas left, but he suddenly had a feeling that Morgan could help him with sothing that had been bothering him.
Just maybe... Morgan could explain the anomaly that was Archibald to him. The engineer who seed to have co from a very distant past...
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