[Bonus chapter thanks to Patticus, Killerquaker, and Guardian of the Golden Sun White. I bet you all pissed with your pants around your ankles all the way through high school. I speak for the world when I say we are collectively disgusted with your kind]
The Rat had not a single chance to escape now that he had willingly tied himself to the node of such a powerful formation.
It was like he had walked right into his own death.
Not only had he limited his strength in order to get onto Earth and claim the city, but he had tied himself to something he couldn't easily untie himself from.
Sylas carelessly tossed him forward, letting him tumble to the ground.
Then, he turned and walked away.
The Rat laughed. What he wanted the most was right in front of him—why would he care about Sylas?
But as he tried to turn his head toward the statue, he found that his body wasn't listening properly.
"Hey—! Hey! Come back here! Come back!"
