Sylas didn't know what an Empyrean Dungeon was, not really. He knew that it was something of high level, he knew it was far more dangerous than an Astral Dungeon, and he knew that this one wasn't located in the Milky Way Sector, but instead another Sector.
However, he did know two things.
The first was that his Luck was warning him not to.
The second was that he had to go.
Everyone was worried about the Thryskai and their next move, or maybe the Sanctum and their coming challenge, but this wasn't what Sylas was concerned about at all.
Playing games of chess with the Thryskai or the Purvon, or helping or blocking the Sanctum's path to success—he didn't care about any of that.
He only had one goal and one goal alone.
Be Strong.
His movements were just the same as they were on Earth: moving toward the greatest places of danger and pitting himself up against them.
These clever moves that rocked entire organizations were little more than background noise to him.
