Nosphaleen found herself smiling beside herself, but it was Fanelei who, once again, had a lip that refused to stop twitching.
She had almost fainted when she saw Sylas create a Gold Gene of the Core Stats. That was no mere Gold Gene, nor was it any mere Core Stat. It was a Unique Gene, a Gene the likes of which even she might have scratched and clawed for at the start of any one of her rebirths, even if it meant carving out a whole new path.
And yet, to Sylas, it was ash by the roadside, no different from a twist of his head and a purse of his lips to spit at the curb.
He had stopped caring about that Gene a very long time ago. What he wanted from Keyesen was very different.
As the motes of light crumbled in his palm and the screams of Keyesen reached their peak, Sylas outstretched a hand and his Grim Blade appeared.
Black runes and dancing complex fissures broke apart space and forced the weapon into being.
