[Bonus thanks TheAuthor137 <3 may your favorite sports team reach the finals four years in a row only to fall short every time. Maybe next year bud]
Sylas stood in silence, feeling the changes. Maybe it was because his senses had become more acute, or maybe it was because this battle weighed very heavily, but he had simply never experienced the feeling of his Wheel of Fortune moving so clearly before.
He had still yet to begin building his Foundation, and yet it was only becoming more and more of a prominent feeling.
Normally, defeating a C-tier like Patriarch Dazeth wouldn't mean much at all. His stats were shocking, but only compared to F-tiers. The number one D-tier disciple of the Sanctum already had about half of Patriarch Dazeth's stats.
Of course, that also painted the picture of the sheer gap between every tier.
