Veins of blue clawed their way up Four's face, her body writhing with power.
Sylas exhaled a breath, looking toward Four, and then up to the skies. The other members of the Seeing Eye Guild didn't seem to see it fit to join, but that was because the strongest existence he could see amongst them were of the B-tier. They simply weren't good enough.
But then there were other C-tiers, a few geniuses that Sylas assumed were ranked lower than Four and the others were. But they were even more sure of not participating. If they weren't good enough to take down Sylas with Four, Five, and Six working together, what would someone ranked Eleven do?
They all began to lament the poor timing of everything. One, Two, and Three were occupied in the short term. They should be here any minute, but the idea that Sylas had already killed Five and Six was a huge blow to them.
