Sylas found himself subconsciously reaching out a hand. The Basilisk King looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
Honestly speaking, the Basilisk King's heart was practically doing cartwheels. Its blood pressure had risen to the point its large body was trembling like a small hill.
It had been ready to die just now, and it half expected a beam of light to calm out of Sylas' palm and crush him in an instant.
But that beam didn't come.
Sylas felt a bit awkward having his hand up like this. It was the first time he had acted without quite thinking things through, which was rare for him.
However, it wasn't long before the Basilisk King bumped its head against his palm, its gaze flickering with a hint of embarrassment as well.
When it understood what Sylas was trying to do, it felt a bit awkward as well. It was a mighty Basilisk, a Serpentes of Legend… not a puppy.
