[Bonus thanks to patticus <3 may the devil pat your anus tonight]
Sylas' aura bristled, whipping through the air like whipping lines of emerald. However, as powerful as it was, it seemed so dim, so weak, so inferior. And how could it not? It was facing off against an existence that stood just a step away from the D-tier.
As powerful as Sylas had become, he was too far from such a thing. The gap between himself and a person raised in this environment, classified as a genius themselves, and a whole 50 Levels above him was too much.
And yet, he seemed completely unmoved.
His aura, which should have been directly suppressed by the rippling waves of violet was not. In fact…
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[>Suppress
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Chi. Chi. Chi.
Morvok stood there so confidently, waiting for his poison to weed into Sylas' Aether and force him to his knees. He was already imagining the scene of Sylas being forced to beg for his life.
