Sylas appeared near the outskirts of the city—or as near to the outskirts as you could get when the entire planet was a singular metropolitan.
To his back, ocean waves crashed, families and various vacation-goers that had come to enjoy the beachfront scrambling in a panic much like everyone toward the city line.
Sylas didn't move immediately.
The goal of the Quicktime Event was quite clear: rush back toward the Purvon Clan Heir's building as quickly as possible. As he did so, the timer would run, and maybe, if he was lucky, for every 10 minutes that passed, the Level limit would rise by 1 Level. If he was unlucky, it would rise by 10. If he was especially unlucky, it would rise by 50.
What he had to do was obvious enough. But…
He wasn't a fan.
Using the Purvon Clan Heir was one matter. Scrambling for his life just to get back to ask for the latter's help was a completely different matter.
