Sylas stepped off of the vessel, the rush of hot air and countless gazes sizing him and those that followed him not bothering him in the slightest.
There was a density to Sylas' aura now that made the pupils of many constrict. Senses that swept by felt like they were falling into an abyss.
Even before, even E-tiers couldn't see through Sylas' stats. By now, it was even more impossible for them to do so, and it was unlikely that he would run into a D-tier anytime soon capable of it.
Of course, the reason for that was because the Sector he was born in was too weak, while this Empyrean Dungeon only had two characters…
F-tiers and the C-tiers that came to protect them.
"Another come to spend years waiting…"
The muttering caught Sylas' attention and his gaze flickered. He certainly didn't plan on spending years here.
From the minimal information he managed to pick up on the way here, the Empyrean Dungeon had a waitlist too, but that was par for the course for any Dungeon.
