Sylas stood in silence, not moving immediately.
Right now, all he knew was what he would do, not how he would do it. Patience wasn't something that he lacked, but it was something that he could kick to the curb at a moment's notice whenever his Pride or something just as important was on the line.
As far as Sylas saw things right now, he was dealing with yet another ticking time bomb.
If this material was the very same one that the obelisk was carved out of, then it might very well be the secret to reaching even higher Race Grades.
All things considered, the obelisk hadn't been of great use to Sylas in a while, so much in fact that he had left it on Earth. He had already pushed the Genesis Forge to the highest possible level he could and reaped everything there was to reap from it.
After gathering all of the pieces of the Genesis Forge, he had already had it to thank for how he had improved his Race Grade as quickly as he had.
