The realization struck Sylas with the force of a falling star, but instead of crushing him, it seemed to breathe life into parts of his connection to Earth that had remained dormant since the Summoning began.
Milky Way World.
The instant the true name settled into his mind, the last blockages between Sylas and the world beneath him peeled away. It wasn't a breakthrough in the conventional sense, there was no sudden increase in stats or new ability stamped into existence by the system, but the difference was even more profound.
His Progenitor Status reached perfection. Earth no longer felt like something he was connected to through authority, Karma, or the recognition of a title. It felt like an extension of himself, its laws moving beneath his thoughts, its World Spirit responding with the natural familiarity of another limb.
