Sylas stared past the message and into the distance. For a moment, there was a flicker in his eyes.
He didn't fail to understand what Rhykan wanted, that part was simple enough. Even though, even by Sylas' standards, it was ridiculous. But impossible tasks had stopped meaning much to him a long time ago.
What bothered Sylas was something else entirely.
Why had Rhykan told him?
Sylas' gaze lowered back to the hovering message.
There was no world in which Rhykan Purvon handed him something like this for free.
Maybe Rhykan truly did need his help, Sylas could accept that much. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Bringing an entire galaxy up clearly wasn't something Rhykan could casually accomplish himself, otherwise this conversation would never have happened.
More importantly, it wasn't something he had the opportunity to do.
