Sylas stood there as though the howl was nothing more than a spring breeze. His hair kicked back, his face indifferent, and his emerald Scorpion Warlord Armor hardly flickered even the slightest bit.
It was clear that none here really understood just what Sylas had drawn. Not a single person seemed to have reacted to the perfection of his Armor or even what it meant for him to have it on in the first place. It was like this new Scorpion Warlord Armor existed outside of their ability to comprehend.
There were certainly Scorpion Lineage disciples in the crowd, mixed amongst the thousands, but they didn't quite understand what they were seeing either. It hardly felt like Sylas was a Scorpion they recognized in the first place.
And before they could even begin to study it, it was like Sylas had already ended the battle.
This time, though… it felt like they might get a chance to watch a real show.
BANG!
