There had always been something quite fascinating about the Bone-Tailed Lizard. It had a certain propensity to evolve speech patterns or even complex forms of thought. Sylas had found himself quite interested in where this might go or how it might evolve.
But he found out quite soon afterward that he was too focused on things that, honestly, in the grand scheme, didn’t truly matter much. At least not to him.
Those lingering curiosities were all opened wide when Sylas helped Cassarae to take on the Dino Race heritage of Earth. The things he didn’t understand, the curiosities he tried to unearth, those various secrets that seemed hidden in the Bone-Tailed Lizard’s body, seemed far less fascinating to him now.
He had been able to take those studies and help to reform the Scorpion Warlord Armor, even modifying it so that it would work in better sync with Cassarae’s new Dino Race lineage. But after this, Sylas realized that there was no real benefit in doing much else.
In fact, as of right now, the best way to use the Bone-Tailed Lizard was to probably hand it Overlord Status and then have it take on the lineage of the Dogons back on Earth.
Sylas had very seriously considered doing this, but after feeling the changes to himself, and then to Cassarae, he honestly felt that...
It was a bit of a waste.
It wasn’t that it wouldn’t benefit the Bone-Tailed Lizard—it certainly would. But the main issue was that the further Sylas brought it from the bounds of Serpentes, the less useful it would be to Sylas overall.
The same was true of using these E-Grade Dogon corpses as well.
The real reason Sylas hadn’t used them to help the Bone-Tailed Lizard a great deal was because he lacked the time. But ultimately, his lack of time was often in direct correlation to how useful something was to him.
If it would have changed his strength a great deal, no matter how little time Sylas had, he would have made time for it. Hadn’t he somehow managed to squeeze out six months from a few days by sacrificing some things? He was more than capable.
And then there was the Glasirith. The main issue with it was very different. It just... wasn’t of much use to Sylas because he was far better.
The Glass Aether Runes of the Glasirith were too weak compared to Sylas. It wasn’t the perfect reflection of Sylas’ Path anymore, as it didn’t have any Lightning Aether affinity, and the Skills it carried were just weaker versions of Sylas’ own. freewebnσvel.cøm
In truth, Sylas didn’t even know if he could make use of it right now. He was still arranging the thoughts in his mind, wondering if he could piece things together in the way he was hoping.
What he wanted was a Mount capable of growing with him, a Combat Mount that scaled properly and could also benefit from Overlord status so it wasn’t constantly lagging behind him.
If it wasn’t going to be a Serpentes, then the least it could be was exceptionally powerful.
’I’ll need the Dogon Lineage...’ Sylas thought to himself.
As his mind continued to churn, his thoughts coming up with one breakthrough after another, he was piecing together something quite fantastical.
He had the foundations of everything he needed. But...
Sylas looked down at the Frostbane Feather. At this point, it would be his limiting factor. It was a Silver Grade Treasure, so no matter what he did or accomplished, it would still find itself highly restricted.
However, he had noticed something.
When it took root, it was so much like the Symbiote in action.
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