[Bonus thanks to TheHonoredOne69 <3]
There was a radiant chill in Sylas' eyes as he came to his conclusion. Nothing else in the world mattered anymore to him at this moment.
It was like the instant the last shred of doubt vanished, the entire world became brighter and his heart became lighter.
The conclusion was simple.
If what he feared was mistakes, then he would simply never make a mistake again. He swore it.
Any chance there was, any moment that he might slip, every instance of the potential whip of backlash he might receive, he would crush it beneath his heel until not the slightest bit of it remained.
That was what he had sworn to himself.
A mistake would only be a mistake if he allowed it to linger, to fester, if he wasn't able to fix and change it for himself. So long as he could accomplish this, then it wouldn't matter.
