Sylas stared out into the mountain range, watching the sun rise once again. He felt like he should be doing something, but he had run into a wall.
What he really wanted to do was leave and head toward where the map was pointing him. That would give him a chance to improve the obelisks and hopefully advance to a C-Grade Human Simioid. If he could do that, he just might be able to progress to E-tier without his eyes imploding in his skull.
However… he couldn't leave right now.
The challenge was coming, and these days, he was starting to feel like he owed the Scorpion Lineage.
This was the baggage that came with having been helped so much, and it was something he had wanted to avoid. But unfortunately, even he couldn't account for a Scorpion Emperor literally trying to crawl its way out of his body.
Sylas looked at the fruit in his palm and took a bite. A flood of energy pooled into his body, massaging his Aether Pathways and slowly widening them.
