Sylas' body was practically quaking under the strain, an odd tug coming at him from all sides. He didn't know what to focus on.
"Pick one!"
The voice echoed in his head, a familiar light and giggling voice, the very one he had heard many times before. But he had never heard it so clearly before.
"Not that one!"
Sylas suddenly frowned. He hadn't hesitated to listen to the voice because it had never done wrong by him. Although he didn't quite know what its motives were, or maybe her motives, what he did know was that there was an opportunity to kill him not long ago and she hadn't taken it.
During the period where the Madness Key was waiting for him to feed it Gold Genes daily, it was because of this voice that he hadn't been swallowed whole.
The more he innately understood about the Madness Key, and the higher his disciplehood became, the more he understood about its inner workings as well.
