Sylas' eyes cleared to find many figures looking at him, only for it to blur once again. He found someone who had ironically appeared before him just like this not long ago. But Elbrum's expression was far less lofty and unreadable this time.
While to most it wouldn't look as though much had changed at all, Sylas could feel the difference… the difference in a man who had lost some of his edge, some of his confidence, and some of his grit.
This wasn't a man who was nearly as sure of himself as he had been the first time Sylas stood before him.
There was a subtle acceptance of inferiority no matter whether he wanted to accept it or not.
As for Sylas, his expression was much the same. There wasn't the slightest hint of additional arrogance, and maybe it was at that point that everyone seemed to realize where the true roots of Sylas' indifference lay…
There was too little capable of fazing him.
