Sylas exhaled a breath.
This decision of his made several things more complicated, and he wouldn't just be able to burn anything in his way anymore. It was especially troubling not because of revenge, or lack thereof.
The main problem was that if he wanted to become a Progenitor of this place, he needed to truly establish himself in the Emperor Sanctum. The moment he made that choice, he would be tied down to it.
For obvious reasons, that was a huge problem. That was because there was war coming very soon, and even before that powder keg exploded, the Seeing Eye Guild would want nothing more than to see his head on a platter.
How would he protect the Emperor Sanctum enough on one hand, and yet also manage to deal with powers far beyond him?
There was only one possibility.
The Weaver Guild.
