Sylas' gaze flickered. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but what he did know was that there was probably no going back now.
…
Ancestor Analei suddenly sat up from her seat.
"…Well, I'll be damned…"
She blinked once and then directly stood up. In a flash, she vanished from her hidden underground practicing quarters. However, she hadn't made it far before the skies were covered.
"Fucking hell, don't you old bastards have something better to do?"
"I knew the moment you woke up nothing could go peacefully. What did you do this time, Fanelei?"
A man with huge, drooping earlobes appeared before her. His belly was as large and solid as a wok, his skin carrying hints of a bronzed color—enough to make one raise an eyebrow, but not quite enough to seem unnatural to a human of Earth.
