Sylas continued to stare at the blood-written word.
The more he looked at it, the more something bothered him. It wasn't the sophistication of the language itself, nor the ease with which the Vosskarr had slipped their influence into Beacon. Those things were impressive, but not impressive enough. He had dealt with far greater existences already.
Sylas had simply seen too much of the world already. The Vosskarr ruled a galaxy, but that didn't mean much by itself.
From what Sylas could sense, their bloodline wasn't extraordinary enough to justify his reaction. Their Race Grade should only be somewhere around the B-tier, perhaps a little better depending on the purity of the main line. Strong, certainly, but nothing that should have made his thoughts stop like this. There was something else hidden inside their Path.
