Sylas stood on the high walls, gazing out over the vast savanna stretching endlessly before him. Things hadn’t gone well for them. The revelation that vampires could control such a massive horde of undead was far beyond what they and their patrons had anticipated. Their only hope now was that things might be different on the fifth stage. But that seed highly unlikely, given that the stronger vampires had likely already moved ahead and were preparing sothing even more dangerous.
Sylas had been looking forward to the confrontation on the fourth stage, especially since he himself wasn’t in much danger. His impressive skills allowed him to cut down multiple undead with ease, earning him a considerable influx of credits and experience. Right now, he was saving credits to purchase an expensive staff. But accumulating sixteen million credits was no easy task.
The failure to kill Thalion was also a major setback. The amulet Thalion carried was now valued at seventy million credits. Obtaining that item would be a massive boost to Sylas’s power and would secure his ongoing survival. From the mont he had received his blessing, his patron had urged him to prioritize the acquisition of rare items like that amulet. It was a missed opportunity, but perhaps he would get another chance later.
Sylas’s patron was one of the strongest gods in existence and had chosen their champion in a different tutorial. The power that individual currently possessed was unimaginable, and Sylas looked forward to eting the chosen one. With soone that powerful by his side, Sylas was confident that he could grow even stronger. Nothing would stop him.
This was the one advantage of their tutorial—it was undeniably harder, but the rewards for surviving were significantly greater. Sylas would survive; he was sure of it.
What irritated him most at the mont was his patron’s order to kill Evelyn. He hadn’t understood the reasoning behind the task. Evelyn was a kind person and would have been a valuable asset in their fight against the undead. However, his patron didn’t argue or justify orders—he simply gave them. Sylas had no choice but to obey.
A few days later, he discovered that he wasn’t the only one with this task. Kael and Kai had received similar orders from their patrons, and they too thought it was a waste of resources. Sylas knew he’d have to carry out the task quietly, preferably when Kargul wasn’t around.
If the orc found out, it would result in a bloodbath. However, if he could make Evelyn’s death look like the work of the undead, Kargul might turn into a powerful ally, willing to sacrifice everything to avenge his best friend.
That would be perfect, Sylas thought with a smile. He had beco so powerful that killing a healer like Evelyn should be easy. His arsenal of skills was extensive. He had powerful shields, mobility abilities, and a variety of offensive techniques.
There was a skill for every situation—one for fast targets, another for sniping distant foes, a domain ability to continuously damage elusive light warriors, and devastating attacks to break through defenses and secure instant kills. He was no longer as fragile as he used to be, making him difficult to defeat in almost any scenario.
Sylas was also eager to face Thalion again. It seed his forr friend was struggling to level up, and without the support of a god, Thalion had no chance against him. A strong patron provided countless advantages.
The blessings alone made Sylas more powerful than most participants in the tutorial. His only real concern was other people with high-rarity blessings, which offered similarly significant advantages. Those individuals were the true threats in this competition.
Sylas didn’t even care that much about Thalion. If Thalion willingly handed over the amulet, Sylas might consider letting him live—at least if Kael wasn’t paying attention. There was no need for unnecessary bloodshed, and Sylas didn’t care about Kael’s obsession with obtaining the Sanguine Thorn. The gods had already declared that Thalion wouldn’t make it far in the future, so why not let him live a quiet life after forfeiting the amulet?
At this point, Sylas was confident that Thalion had no chance of fighting him. That cursed sword Thalion carried wouldn’t help much, either. Oh yes, Sylas could hardly wait for the mont when he claid the amulet for himself.
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