Fanelei watched as Sylas disappeared into the Dungeon, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Nothing that young man ever did was in line with normal logic.
There was still time to leave, to escape, but Sylas was insistent on pressing forward. In fact, he hadn't hesitated even a single time.
Fanelei turned toward the elevator in the middle of the rock formations as it dinged open. A young man stepped out and seemed to subconsciously ignore Fanelei's presence. Of course, that was because Fanelei was still keeping herself quite suppressed now so as not to attract any attention.
The more Fanelei thought about it, though, the more she realized just how much she was risking by doing all of this. She was Sylas' one protective line, and she knew that he probably wasn't above sacrificing her if need be.
The idea that she could just die as a pawn in Sylas' game… it was very real. She very well could die.
Logically, she would almost certainly die.
So why was she so relaxed right now?
