"Has arrogance finally consumed you? Do you not see who stands before you?"
Sylvester shook his head, forging a confident smile on his face. "I was confused and lost before. I was aimless and doubtful—no more."
"And where does that confidence arise from?" Aveda asked amusedly.
"I never fight a losing battle." Sylvester didn't shout, yet his voice bellowed. His arms were raised wide. His hands started glowing with golden hue orbs. "And this fight—I can't afford to lose."
A flash of concern shrouded Aveda's face. For the master of that reality, nothing remained hidden. "Brave or a buffoon—what you consumed of Ashraska was a fraction of his being. To covet more is denying reality."
Sylvester didn't show an ounce of doubt in himself. He continued to use the newfound buff in power. But Ashraska's traces were still in him, and they were wreaking havoc.
