Sylas stepped out of his pod, his expression completely unreadable. He looked down at his shirt for a moment, and with a wave of a hand, it was swapped for a new one, his sunglasses still firmly attached to his face.
He rounded the rails, ignoring even the likes of Bellarouse and Furon as they stepped out of their own pods. Maybe due to the fact that they were the ones in Sylas' presence from the very start, they were also the only ones that felt the pressure of his superiority so clearly.
Even if they understood what those on their side were trying to do, they didn't have the face to partake themselves.
They simply lowered their heads, while Sylas himself didn't seem to have noticed that anything was wrong.
When he walked back into the hall, the only thing that gave away that he had been the man on the screen just now was the incredibly pale look on his face.
