[Bonus chapter thanks to Bryson_Clark. I hope you name your first born Bryson Jr. and he changes his name on his 18th birthday out of hatred for you]
A shuddering amount of golden Aether descended from above. But this time, it didn't spark like it had before; instead, it flooded into Salivar's body as though water through a sieve.
Sylas didn't move immediately, nor did he act rashly.
Was it unfortunate that Salivar wouldn't be as injured as he'd hoped? Sure.
But in the end, he had still gotten what he wanted out of the Quicktime Event and the system. Rather than risking battling a Level 100, he would only have to deal with Salivar.
Now… the question was whether that would be possible.
A one-level difference seemed insignificant, but this one-level difference was an impossibly wide chasm.
The Skills were on another level, the Aether was on another level, the Comprehensions, the Classes, the Genes and Gene Talents…
