Sylas had already begun to walk out from the crowd of 713th Emperors when they appeared. Now, he stood easily a few hundred meters from either group, basking in a no man's land that left him facing the brunt of their thousands of Wills all on his own.
From Cheetahs to Ravens to Lizards to Doves, dozens of different Lineages, each one with their own Pride, faced off against him.
Sylas' brows remained relaxed, his eyes almost dim and unfocused as though he were looking right through them. And then he looked back at the 713th Cycle of Emperors.
They seemed caught between not knowing what to do and feeling proud that their disciples had stepped forward like this. They didn't seem to actually consider whether or not these disciples of theirs could do anything.
Sylas looked back, and one of them had already surged forward.
Too furious for words, a familiar Lizard Emperor couldn't hold back anymore.
