"Birth of the Madness System…" Sylas said slowly.
Then he looked up toward the dome again. The starry skies were all that he could see, the building had pierced through the atmosphere and stood so tall it seemed to make the moon its friend.
Sylas' eyes scanned the stars one by one, trying to see if he could recognize something, and then his heart skipped a beat. Flashing lines of lightning bloomed around his irises, making it look as though the synapses of his brain itself were being reflected through his pupils.
'This is it.'
The map of the Golden Battlefield and the stars high above sat perfectly flush within Sylas' mind.
But why? That was the crux of the question.
