Sylas' eyes narrowed when he laid eyes on the city. It still hadn't been conquered, but he could practically smell the scent of death.
He had been gone for a while, and the Grimblades didn't have enough people to possibly man the entire planet. The universe was so much larger, but sometimes Sylas had to be reminded that he couldn't even really fathom the scope of an entire planet.
Earth was enormous. Even with his strength, Sylas needed time to get from place to place.
Just the ocean he had crossed just now alone was over 6,000 kilometers wide—and that wasn't even a measure of its widest portion. The span around Earth itself left that number completely in its dust.
That put things into perspective for him, and the feeling he had sinking in his gut when he laid eyes on the City of Glass likewise reminded him of just how small he was.
His Luck was still warning him of danger when he stood here.
