Before Sylas left, he found his mother and handed her a tome.
Isolde looked down at the bright white-gold book in her hands, the faint markings of wings and halos across its surface shifting whenever she moved it. She could feel the weight of the Will inside despite not understanding even a fraction of what it contained, and when she looked back up at Sylas, he had already turned his attention toward the Creation Tower.
"It's a Heaven Creation Path centered around Life."
His mother stared at him for a moment, then tucked the tome against her chest. "And you're leaving again."
"Not for long."
She narrowed her eyes, clearly remembering their conversation from not long ago, but Sylas had no intention of disappearing for months this time. He was going to Hell, dealing with whatever Slithering Madness wanted, and coming straight back unless something forced his hand.
That seemed enough for her, though barely.
Not long after, Sylas entered the Creation Tower with Cheri beside him.
