Sylas watched the screen quite calmly.
He had felt it that day, but the aura coming from the pair of father and son that walked down those stairs, and Gralith's aura… they were almost too similar.
But that wasn't all.
When Gralith was walking up those steps, it felt like the stairs were facing off against an enemy they wanted to eradicate at any cost. Yet, Sylas himself hadn't felt any of that.
At first, Sylas thought it was because Gralith was shielding him from it, and maybe that had been true in part. But for him to not even feel a single sliver of that same hatred when he could feel it coming for Gralith so clearly?
There was something odd about that.
How was it that Gralith seemed to come from the same Race as that pair from the Emperor Sanctum, and yet he was here?
Those people certainly came from a B-Grade Race at the very worst. Given that fact, Gralith should be far superior to what he was showing… logically, anyway.
As for why Gralith had tempered himself to this degree, Sylas didn't know. But there was one thing that lingered in the air between them, something that Sylas still didn't have an answer to.
How had Gralith's inheritance appeared on Earth?
That was the core question, now wasn't it? And now Sylas was fairly certain that this matter was related to why Gralith's origins were so great and yet he was stuck here.
Something also told Sylas that it just might be another good reason for him to wipe the floor with the Emperor Sanctum in the future.
All of this said, Sylas had been pretty sure that things would end exactly like this. But this wasn't the only reason he felt that way, though.
Gralith had been able to gain quite a bit by teaching Sylas as well. He had had a chance to observe the Chrono Casting Tome. In addition, not long ago, he had had the chance to meditate on Sylas' mutation of his F-Grade Scorpion Warlord Armor.
Maybe it was the fact that Gralith would have won anyway, but that didn't matter so long as the result was as expected.
The Scorpion Lineage had come out on top, and the result was something that dealt a near-death blow to the momentum of the Thryskai and especially the Bat Lineage.
BANG!
Prione swiped out a claw and shattered an obelisk the size of a monument to pieces. The power was so great that even the largest rock was a mere size of a fingernail; the sort of strength it would take to do something like that was simply unfathomable. And yet not a single soul—and certainly not Prione himself—gave a damn about that.
Sylas' reversal of the situation months ago had already left him completely and utterly infuriated.
The issue wasn't that Sylas had succeeded. From Prione's perspective, things were fine because Sylas had proven himself to likely be even more valuable than the Bat Lineage alone.
In this sort of situation, having both Sylas and the Bat Lineage seemed logical.
However, something else had happened after Sylas left that day…
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