Sylas' body shook as a second True Chosen mark fused into him. He felt his luck deepen and his connection to the galaxy strengthen. His confidence surged as he embraced it.
That was the irony of Thalrik's words.
Right now, it wasn't Sylas who was feeling pressure. It was Voryx.
For the first time, the young man's gentle smile faded into a stern seriousness. It was clear and obvious to him that if Thalrik was first, then he was next.
If he gave Sylas the opportunity, he had a feeling he'd end up in the exact same situation as his short-term alliance partner…
And he wasn't sure what he could do to avoid that inevitable end.
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Cassarae held onto her sword, a blazing Will forming over it. It looked less like a blade all of a sudden and far more like a saber of light.
Blue scales coated her from neck to toe, shingles of illusory blue armor snapping over them, a wide, sweeping tail extending from her tailbone.
