It wasn't long before Sylas found his first target. There was something particularly nostalgic about it all. Watching the slumbering beast ahead slowly be baptized by the dense Aether in the air, it felt like he was right back to his first day in the Trial.
Since then, he had truly come a long way, longer than even he could imagine… and in a much shorter time than he could have ever imagined as well.
Sylas exhaled a breath and his focus almost became its own form of deadly.
He wasn't yet sure if the beast would wake up while he took action. It was unlikely, but an extra hint of caution wouldn't harm him.
This was the real outside world, it was no longer Earth, nor was it a Quest world where everyone's stats were reset. The beasts he would face here would have foundations deeper than anything he had ever faced, and their power would reflect that.
