"You want me to go with you?" Magnus looked at Sylas with a real look of surprise in his eyes.
Honestly, he was happy. But this grandson of his was truly unpredictable. This seemed like a sort of situation where Sylas might want to go and check things out for himself first, and then bring him along later on.
Others might not see it, but Magnus had realized that Sylas was only getting more and more protective of everyone, especially after what happened with Nosphaleen.
But maybe due to the fact his parents and many others had been snatched up from right under his nose, he had already given up on the idea that just leaving people on Earth would be safe.
The formation the First Race had left behind was designed to deal with the strengths of the Mortal Realm. Though it was still an exceptionally powerful formation on the Demi-God Plane as well, there were just certain methods and quirks that it couldn't account for.
