This was the nicest he planned on being to just about anyone not directly related to him. The Prince was very lucky that he hadn't done something far worse to him. But as far as Sylas was concerned, this would end here.
This battle in particular could have only ever ended one way. He understood too much about the Sanguara, and between his Aether blooming and the Seals, his control over bloodlines and Genes was far too strong.
The Prince could only barely meet Sylas' eyes in the end, his gaze fierce, but ultimately too fatigued. He could only fade away, falling to wisps of nothingness.
Sylas exhaled a breath. He had spent far more energy on that battle than he wanted to, but this was never going to go smoothly.
No matter how easy he made it seem, these three were at the pinnacle of what was possible for geniuses of the Demi-God Plane, and they were his enemies.
