Sylas closed his eyes and took deep breaths. It was as though he could already visualize the world burning.
The Thryskai already knew of the existence of the Seeing Heaven. So why hadn't they made a move yet?
Obviously, it was because they were restrained by something. Either that, or they didn't want the entire Heaven to be embroiled in war. Well…
It was unfortunate for them that they seemed insistent on trying to make things difficult for him.
Someone marred by the chaos of a Summoning shouldn't have been able to progress as far as Sylas had. The difficulty was too great.
Succeeding in clearing a Summoning should have been a lifetime accomplishment. Then the rest of the work should have been passed down to your descendants. Step by step, a legacy of your Race or Clan would be built through generations.
To do so in a single time frame was impossible.
These people weren't used to growing through chaos. But Sylas…
Sylas was.
