Sylas sat on a mountain peak in silence, his gaze hard to read. It didn't feel as though he was thinking about much of anything.
Part of him was realizing that if he just stayed right here, he would probably get what he wanted.
He would be strong enough that no one could bother him, but weak enough that he wouldn't have to worry about never having a challenge at all.
For the first time since the Summoning began, he almost felt like his truest self. The self that lived with his parents and little sister, waking up early in the morning for a run before showering and heading to work. Then teaching a sea of teens, grading papers, and then walking back home to enjoy the peace of family.
It was a state where he felt like he could take whatever he wanted, but was confident enough in his ability to do so that he didn't really feel the need to prove it to anyone else.
He could just… stop, and everything would be fine.
