The entire Tower of Champions trembled.
**
When Sylas appeared again, he was in a bit of a daze, staring out into empty space. The moon they had been on had been repopulated by more families and geniuses waiting for their turn to enter the Tower of Champions, and the original ship of a certain group of mutated humans was no longer there. Clearly, the old man had done his job well.
Even so, Sylas' mind was still elsewhere.
Madness Disciples…
That battle—it had been far too easy for what it was. And the reason it was so easy was precisely because of the Seeds.
The more powerful the Madness Disciple, the heavier the chains of their vices became.
The Sloth Disciple had no business losing to him. But he was so impossibly lazy that Sylas was easily able to claim a victory he shouldn't have had.
This should have made him proud, but it didn't.
The words of the little girl flashed in his mind again.
…The sooner you start treating them as chains, the better…
