[Bonus chapter thanks to Killerquaker <3]
Sylas stood in silence, waiting for the next challenger to appear.
However, as the seconds passed, followed by minutes, the familiar fluctuation of the challenge formation never came. It seemed that after the countless deaths he had caused, the people of the Real World had finally decided that they had had enough.
Sylas didn't move to leave, nor did he attempt to provoke another response. He simply stood where he was, his emerald eyes resting upon the empty space before him without focusing on anything in particular.
For perhaps the first time in his life, his mind was almost entirely blank.
It was a peculiar sensation, especially considering what he had just accomplished with Selfwrought Emperor, Void Sovereign, and Willborne Crown. His mental capacity had expanded by more than tenfold, and he could now accommodate an almost absurd number of thoughts without allowing them to interfere with one another.
And yet, there was nothing.
