Sylas stepped out of a glass elevator, his gait calm, his eyes obscured by a pair of sunglasses that flashed emerald from time to time. If one looked closely, this pair of glasses was far from normal, carrying the weight of a D-Grade treasure.
It only really had one function, though, and that was to suppress the might of Sylas' gaze. If it did anything more forward or hands-on, it was a certainty that the Scorned Wraps would have had something to say about it.
One might have expected an entire army of Beast Warlord Sanctum disciples to appear. But in action… it was just three.
Only Sylas, Gwenu, and Khan appeared. As for others… there were none in sight. And somehow, the three of them let the F-tier lead the way.
Sylas swept a gaze over the area, and the first thing he noticed was actually Megean and the others. The moment he saw them, he knew that something was wrong.
They shouldn't be here.
The only reason they would be here was if Cassarae had done something absolutely wild.
