Sylas felt the world spin around him as he spiraled through the air. As many thoughts as he was sparing to try and get out of this was about as many as he was sparing trying to figure out how it was possible for the Duchess to be this powerful.
He was certain that with his improvement, even if he couldn't defeat the Duke in a head-to-head battle without the use of any tricks, he could at least hold his own.
But if his daughter was so powerful, then how could that have been true?
Sylas wasn't arrogant without reason. His sense for the strengths of the Demons had dialed in well over these last few days.
Ebison had stats that were easily in the six figures by Earth's standards, but they wouldn't be more than 300,000 or so. The Duchess he also felt he had pegged quite well. She was over half a million in average stats easily.
