Authrione stood there on his hooves, his head high in the skies. There was something particularly dim about his aura right now, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
This didn't make any sense.
Sylas Grimblade?
The aura of that name reminded him a lot of the human he had fought in the final round, the human that had forced him into retreat.
But if the two were really one and the same, there was just too much not adding up.
That Sylas was too weak. If not for his Poison Aether, Authrione was confident that he would win that battle ten out of ten times. It just didn't make any sense.
As a Rune Master himself, Authrione was similar to Sylas in how he could read the intentions behind the system messages.
