Sylas looked up to the skies.
In that moment, it felt as though he could see a hole to the God Realm itself. The power was so large and looming, hanging above and lingering for a moment as though in a faint warning.
Sylas sneered.
If they could have targeted him like they had Three just now, they would have done it.
BANG.
Sylas' palms slapped together, his Hibernation Halo rippling out from him in waves.
At that moment, the shadow of a city appeared behind him.
A Legendary City.
The world shook and his Glassvolt rocked the air.
What made Sylas so powerful now wasn't just an understanding of Aether. Ironically enough, what made him so strong was a power very similar to the one he had rejected from Arcane Madness.
However, to Sylas, this was very different.
Arcane Madness offered him a chance to tap into the Pride of the universe itself. But to Sylas, his own Pride was enough. He had no desire to taint it with other things.
