Sylas still wasn't aware of what his mischievous little sister was planning just for the sake of her own entertainment.
Well, to say it was just for her entertainment wasn't actually all that fair. But it was easily about 50% of the reason.
There were certainly other worlds she could have picked that fit the criteria, but they wouldn't have been as straightforward. Plus, it wasn't like Sylas had the time to be messing about either.
If he couldn't get strong enough fast enough, in eight months or so all the work he had put into the Sanctum would fall into the hands of somebody else. What choice did he have other than to be as quick as possible?
If he was going to make enemies of powerhouses very soon anyway, he might as well do so from a position of strength.
And if that meant pissing the Efivara powerhouses off, he was going to just have to do that.
