A man with a head of blazing golden flames, his eyes swallowed in the very same amorphous orbs of flickering combustion appeared. He almost contradictorily held a golden trident in his hands, its tips inundated by raging flames much the same way.
This wasn't a man Sylas would recognize. But he would definitely recognize the one that stepped out after him. Ziel Sona. Well, he and several other youths of the Sona.
Ziel had been the genius of the Thryskai Sona Clan that Sylas had defeated right along with Riqo of the Buri just a handful of months ago. The defeat was very much still fresh in Ziel's mind, as were Sylas' words back then.
However, as much of a feeling of inferiority and awe Ziel had for Sylas, he was just a C-tier, and his family wasn't going to listen to his words—certainly not for the sake of asking for the help of an E-tier like Sylas to deal with their enemies.
