Gralith sensed Sylas' return instantly, but his gaze couldn't help but flicker. He felt like something was off.
Usually, he would just leave Sylas be, but this time he felt compelled to move.
He stepped outside, vanishing until he was high in the skies. He looked out toward Sylas, and that feeling in his chest grew tighter and wilder.
However, he chose not to move.
After learning how far Sylas had gone for him, Gralith had a different sense of understanding toward this disciple of his. Things could either go one of two ways.
It was either Sylas felt that he had already repaid Gralith by saving his life, and could thus now do whatever he wanted—even if that meant putting everything the latter had ever known into direct danger.
Or… it meant that Sylas was about to take a step that, while it might immediately seem like a huge problem, would ultimately benefit them in the end.
And that was only possible if, and only if… they survived.
