Sylas stood in front of the world's core, staring at it calmly while the fiery pits of hell seemed intent on burning him to ash. At least that was what it seemed like; he couldn't feel much of it at all. And why would he? He was inside the core and hadn't had to cross through all of that to make it here.
The World Scepter was the World Scepter, after all. It could teleport to any location on a world… including its core.
Did that mean that Sylas could have made it here any time after he succeeded in allowing the treasure to work here?
Yes.
Did he still go out of his way to deal with most of Earth's lingering dangers, kill Ulrik, and prove himself against Lorien?
Also yes.
It was all more than worth it. He felt aligned with his Will and Demonic Will now in a way he had never been before. Much of the suppressed angst and rage had been alleviated, and he simply felt light… as though he could tiptoe his way to the very clouds themselves.
