Maybe even Maldrith could have never expected what Sylas' choice would be right now. Sylas had already said that they would never guess what his intentions were. Yet, somehow, after being exposed for his movements, it would now be even more unlikely.
Anyone who knew what happened in the current situation was also aware that Sylas had come out heavily injured.
He had lost an arm, a large portion of his inner organs, and his Will itself had suffered severe suppression at the hands of an entire world. These weren't the sort of things that could just be brushed off.
Granted, Sylas had a Legend by his side and the help of the Weaver Guild. While no one thought that he would die from such injuries, without an exceptionally skilled healer, it would take him weeks to be back to full health.
The good news was that the Weaver Guild had the Laraft Race, a Race with a heavily skewed female population who had skin that bordered on a natural gold and hair that glimmered like white-gold octopi.
