Everyone felt like One was maybe the most handsome man they had ever laid eyes on. His proportions were perfect, his hair perfectly combed without a single strand out of place, his smile bright and straight.
Sylas saw something else.
One was as plain as could be. Not exactly ugly, but painfully average. In a world where you could manipulate your Genes and advance your body in ways mortals couldn't fathom, it was almost odd for someone with so much talent to look like this.
But that One was. Average.
It was something One was sure that Sylas couldn't have possibly seen through, but Sylas not only did, he had from the very beginning.
That was the thing about having a powerful Will. You weren't so easily swayed by external matters, even if said external matter was an Aether that seemed capable of bending reality itself.
Even now, Sylas couldn't hear the true name of One's Aether. It was obscured beneath so many layers of complexity that he couldn't quite get there.
