Four stood in silence for a long while, looking at Sylas without the slightest flicker in her gaze. There was a pressure radiating from her that was making even Elder Verale uncomfortable, yet Sylas stood beneath its waves akin to an anchor in the middle of the ocean, unbothered by its ebbs and flows.
With a thought, Salivar's corpse vanished.
"You are playing a dangerous game."
Sylas didn't respond. Instead, he looked back, meeting Malikhi's gaze with a nod and then scanning the other elders that had come before his gaze landed on the Varath Founding Ancestor.
He instantly picked him out as the strongest amongst them.
The other disciples of the Weaver Guild looked like they were scrutinizing him, but after the exchange that just happened, the confusion and unwillingness in their eyes instantly became wariness.
Somehow, Sylas was both beneath them in tier, and yet superior in every aspect they could think of.
