Sylas slowly regained control of his body, the surging might that had once been washing over him calming into an ebb. It receded like low tide, pulling into his body and leaving the ring of cold around his swimming, emerald eyes even denser than before.
For a moment, it even looked as though his eyes had been carved from glass itself, the gold, if one gazed particularly closely, carrying with it the very same Ancestral Runes that had once carved themselves into the glass encasement around the rulebook.
'Convenient.'
Sylas liked this outcome because his Profession was no longer strongly tied with Fanelei. It could be said that the Profession Fanelei gave him was extremely powerful, a true Bronze Profession. It was the Profession that every Legacy Disciple and top-level brass of the Weaver Guild had on their person.
