Rather than feeding the Void Class into himself, Sylas fed it directly into the Crucible.
It didn't look like it had changed much after he did this, but Sylas' senses were beyond that of a normal person. While it looked like there was just one Crucible in his palm, he could practically feel them being superimposed onto one another.
Sylas' gaze flashed.
'This will work.'
At that moment, the roaring menace of a Scorpion Emperor erupted from him. He tapped into the Will so easily the world waned and flexed, his Warlord Will seemingly cowering away into the core of his body.
This time, though, Sylas wasn't drawing the Scorpion Emperor Armor for himself. That wouldn't work, and he knew it wouldn't. The system had already created the Gene for him once, and it wouldn't do it again.
However…
It would conveniently create it for a clone, now wouldn't it?
"Form."
