Sylas
He recognized every talisman. Ever since the dragon soul cursed him, his grandmother had suppressed its power, letting him live a better life. He sighed with relief, realizing he had made it here. He touched his body but it no longer ached, but the dream of Ryn drowning lingered, heavy in his chest.
What the hell was the dream all about?
"You're awake," a voice said beside him.
Sylas jumped, eyes widening as his grandmother appeared at his side. She hadn't been there moments ago when he looked at the spot. "Why are you staring at me like I'm a ghost, boy?" she asked, approaching him.
"Elizabeth!"
She sat on the floor in front of him and slapped the back of his head. "I told you to call me Grandmother, not Elizabeth, you stupid boy."
A grin spread across Sylas's face, and he hugged her tightly. It's been years since he last saw her after she left Tianlong.
