Sylas realized that there wasn't a perfect answer waiting for him. If he hadn't figured it out by now, it was either that it didn't exist, or he simply didn't have enough information to come to an adequate conclusion yet.
What he did know was that it was unlikely to make a huge difference right this moment. Even if he did think of the absolute perfect use, anything great enough to help him now would require more than Genes. The Gene Crystal would almost certainly ask him to sacrifice a Title he didn't have—or maybe didn't even know how to get.
That said…
Sylas walked to another room.
Fusion Crystals.
There were an obnoxious number of them, as though Fanelei had put them here to flaunt her wealth.
