Sparks of lightning danced in Sylas' eyes, a sharpness radiating from him until his skin almost looked like it was outfitted with a thin layer of glass. His hair had practically become sharp strands of crystal that slowly faded to its original black. And yet, from time to time, as the sun continued to rise over the horizon and its rays beamed through their filaments, it looked as though the effect had remained.
Sylas exhaled a breath, the fogginess of it sparking like thundering rain clouds from the corners of his mouth. However, he seemed completely unimpressed.
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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]
[Species: Human Simioid (D)]
[Affiliation: Legacy 7777; Progenitor of Earth; Golden Grove Elder; Beast Warlord Sanctum 073]
[Class: Glassborn Cryst Emperor (Legendary (F))]
[Class: Primal Lord (Silver (F))]
[Profession: Vipermancer (Bronze (E))]
[Profession: Runeweaver (EEE+)]
[Level: 50]
[Coins: 837 111 132 382 (F); 8 212 261 (E); 1 232 (D)]
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