"Well done," Sylas said simply.
In the distance, Cassarae blinked, looking toward Sylas' back as the latter was entirely focused on his little sister.
Never in her life had she ever heard Sylas praise anyone.
Anyone.
It quite literally didn't matter who.
"Refine it. I think you can craft a Unique Gene around it that's superior to the Dogons. If your Spark Mastery becomes deep enough, you can deviate from the current Human Simioid Race you have down another path."
Elara shook her head. "I don't want to be a monkey. And that Monkey King guy is an asshat. I want nothing to do with him unless you beat him up."
"Watch your mouth, young lady!" Startled, Isolde immediately began to scold her daughter, but Elara just as quickly hid behind Sylas for protection.
Sylas smiled lightly and rubbed her head. "You can be whatever you want. The potential is limitless."
