Sylas pulled the Duchess up, standing up from his seated position to cradle her. He looked down at her expression and realized she wasn't likely to wake up anytime soon. Her Will had been fractured, whatever impact she had experienced hadn't been normal.
Honestly, he had expected something like this to happen. There was a working theory forming in his mind, one that wasn't quite complete yet as he still had a few pieces that he had yet to parse out.
But right now the short of it was that there had to be some way that the Golden Races had managed to store and trap the Sanguara. So, when he saw that the Duchess wasn't entering the Split Realm, he had a feeling that it was either because she would be forced to enter later at some point, or that something would force her hand sooner.
It seemed that the answer was the latter.
Sylas placed a hand down on her belly, trying to sense something. But then he shook his head.
