Sylas had already lost count of how many people he had killed, and he had no intention of stopping.
He didn't care where they came from, what Race they belonged to, or how prestigious their names were. In fact, the more he learned about these so-called geniuses, the more disgusted he became with the arrogance they carried.
Every single one of them seemed to believe that they had grasped some fundamental truth about Rune Creation, that the Path they had spent their lives pursuing placed them above everyone else. But from Sylas' perspective, their arrogance was built upon rotting wood and crumbling foundations, and none of them seemed to possess enough self-awareness to recognize it.
What right did they have to look down on anyone, let alone him?
