Sylas wasn't the patient sort. He certainly wasn't the sort to care very much about the life of someone he had only just met either.
But saying something like this in front of his face, when Cheri was clinging to his arm…
This man had a death wish.
So Sylas would oblige.
"It seems that as long as you lived, you've never honed that sense of fear for death. So I will help you finish digging your grave."
Sylas' Lust Seed bloomed. Violet and dark aura shuddered around him.
Elder Bash looked over toward Sylas and sneered.
"Who the fuck do you—?"
Chi.
Elder Bash's tongue was ripped out of his mouth the instant his body froze, a pain ripping through him. A small, bloody hole was left in the middle of his forehead.
Slowly, he fell from the air. As heavy as he fell, in the eyes of those spectating, it felt to them like they were watching the fall of an autumn leaf. The life that had been snuffed out was no less inconsequential, no less utterly irrelevant.
