Sylas walked out from the Secret Realm in a mess compared to how he had entered in the first place. His clothing was torn and ruined, blood caking him from head to toe.
And yet those that saw him immediately took a step back.
The C-tiers of the Golden Grove had thought a lot about what they might try to do the moment Sylas stepped out, but those that had prepared weapons, those meant to attack on sight, found themselves completely frozen in place.
It was like Sylas had formed a noose around their necks with his Will alone. It spilled out into the world with such force that their minds were completely blank.
As an F-tier, Sylas already had Will at an E-tier level. As an E-tier now, his Will was at a D-tier level, the strength of Primus Imperium displaying one of its greatest mights.
The gap between Sylas and the C-tier of the Golden Grove had already not been as enormous as it had once been. Now… it was non-existent.
