Sylas landed on the ground with a heavy boom, his eyes sharp and focused. He looked toward Jala and Alex, who were practically on their last breaths. He didn't know, nor did he care, how they had managed to survive.
With a wave of his hand, his telekinesis picked them up off the ground.
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[Absolute Dominance has been Established]
[Champion Team formed]
[Would you like to name your Team?]
[Yes][No]
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Sylas was about to say no when he paused, frowning.
Names… names again.
He recalled that day that felt like a lifetime ago. It was the middle of the trial and the heirs of the powerful families of Earth had yet to make themselves known.
Sylas remembered seeing the leaderboard of City names, recalling how silly they were. He also remembered how he felt back then.
Those people probably thought everything was a joke when they chose those names. They chose them carelessly, thinking they'd wake up from this lucid dream soon, right back in their beds.
