[Bonus thanks to Bryson_Clark :) ]
Sylas exhaled a breath, his body heat having reached a level that would have been incomprehensible to him in the past. The air practically boiled, what water vapor was left in it from the misted rivers and lakes being erased from existence in blooming puffs of steam that vanished as quickly as they were formed.
He wasn't the sort that liked to rely on others. As nice as the ranking system sounded, he wasn't a fan.
Even if he got first twice over, something that seemed very possible now, how would the rest go? What if Elbrum decided to change the rules on a whim like he already had?
No.
If there was an opportunity to decide the outcome without reaching the end, then he was always going to take it. When he sensed the change in his Primus Imperium Crown, he knew that he had found the answer to the question he was looking for.
