Sylas casually walked out of the portal, still shirtless and without the slightest hint of shoes. A smooth, soft seal-skin skirt covered his lower half, and he found it to be quite comfortable and freeing in battle. He understood why this was the Clypsians' dress of choice.
Standing in the howling cold winds, he didn't seem to feel the chill in the slightest.
Instead, his gaze locked onto General Song in the distance.
The General didn't seem to have Morgan under lock and key. In fact, Morgan wasn't even standing all that close to him. The only change was that his security detail were now six instead of just one, and he stood nearer to the back of the army.
By comparison, the Basilisk King was in a cage not far from General Song, surrounded by an even fiercer security detail.
Sylas took a breath and for a moment, the air around him seemed to solidify.
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[Darla Cummings (FFF+)]
[Level: 25]
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[Physical: 702]
