Sylas walked out of the City Lord Mansion almost aimlessly, his mind spinning with a continuous series of thoughts.
The Angels had always been such an anomaly to him, not because of their mystery itself or where they came from or what they represented, but instead because he didn't quite understand their connection with the Thryskai.
Logically, the Thryskai should be Angels. Their Demi-Gods had the patented wings that the Angel Race had put an entire lock on, a Gene Lock that supreceded even spacetime to stop other Races from forming them by coincidence.
The universe was so vast. The power one would need to do such a thing was unfathomable. So, obviously, anyone they could pass down this ability to would be equally as shocking.
It would either be because they were actually part of the Angel Race, powerful enough to be given an exemption, or powerful enough to ignore the rules entirely and do as they please one way or another.
