[Bonus chapter thanks to Rikstingray. Explosive diarrhea awaits you]
Sylas didn't even know what to say.
At first he thought it really was the long bout of meditation that made the old man borderline senile. But he wasn't sure if he could say the same thing anymore.
It was more like this old man's original personality had become stunted by solitude and the happiness had allowed it to break free like a dam. Almost like his Will had grown so vast he forgot who he was until he was given a reason to recall why.
Now he was just casually using what was at least a top 10 Rune Mastery capability across the entire universe—no, across existence itself—to… draw tits in the skies?
