Sylas felt waves of danger pinging him continuously, but he didn't move a single inch—not out of fear, but instead a different sort of pride he couldn't describe. That, and the feeling that taking a step back might actually be what cost him his life.
His heart skipped just a single beat before it returned to normal, relaxing to a steady, calming rhythm.
The King Serpent continued to look at the Madness Key for a long while. It seemed as though the creature had forgotten about Sylas' existence itself, only caring about him insofar as he related to the treasure hanging from his neck.
When it finally did look back at Sylas, finding those cold and indifferent eyes, its own slit narrowed just the slightest bit.
The creature exhaled a breath for seemingly the first time in what may have been hours just as easily as it could have been years.
