Malikhi awoke to a scene of Sylas walking away. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he didn't decide to continue to follow him. Something told him that the things Sylas did would make it back to him one way or another.
There was a flicker of darkness in Malikhi's eyes that came from the very depths of his soul. Memories of how he had fallen in his last life replayed in his mind. The rage flashed for a moment before dissipating.
If only he had had such a talent.
He looked away from Sylas and then up to the skies. Was that ceiling really impossible to break through?
…
Sylas could hardly take a step without swarms of people trying to block his path and his way. He only wanted to return to the receptionist desk to get a teleportation to a region he had already honed in on, but he hardly took three steps before he had to sidestep several people.
On the way there, there was even a sea of… people Cassarae would have probably liked to put the heads of on pikes.
