Sylas dropped his sister down and the two went their separate ways to clean themselves up. There were more than enough bathrooms in the house and Sylas could already smell breakfast in the air, but his mind was on other things.
'The internet is going down, and I wouldn't be surprised if soon all electronic devices stopped working. In that case, my goal to use a supercomputer to analyze the Basilisk King's genome might be a pipe dream… is the only solution to improve my Wisdom to the point I can analyze it myself?'
Sylas shook his head.
No, he didn't have so much time to waste. He would have to find a way to get off the Brown family compound before technology became completely useless.
Soon came the third day. The day of the draft.
**
Sylas stood in a row with several other people. He could feel just from the cadence of their breathing that these individuals weren't normal. It wasn't just the rhythm, but the sheer length of time between their breaths. Some of them only seemed to take in a breath every few seconds, some of them only seemed to breathe twice or thrice a minute.
He couldn't help but wonder if they noticed that they were doing this or not.
Unlike Sylas, who only spent over a week in the Trial, they had all experienced months. This was their new normal, and they probably hadn't registered that they weren't acting as others did any longer.
The room they all stood in was quite simple and unadorned. There were training mats that lined the floors and even the walls. It looked like a place for combat and sparring, though there was no other equipment aside from this.
Before them, there was a group of people. Or, rather, three. Each one was headed by one of the three candidates for City Lord of the Bronze Stele: Astrid Grimblade, Malachi Grimblade, and Lucius Grimblade.
Behind Astrid in particular, Sylas spotted Mellissa, the woman that had stopped him just yesterday. He also spotted the man who had questioned him as though he was some sort of psychotic consOriginal theorist.
He noticed that some were surprised by their presences, but most weren't.
'Last I checked, all three were Level 9's, but Astrid was ranked first, Malachi second, and Lucius third… I wonder how large the gap between them is. Is the ranking based on strength? Or purely how close to Level 10 they were? And if it's just based on distance to Level 10, theoretically the stronger their foundations, the more Pure Aether you would need to Level…'
It was easy to doubt the rankings at this point. Everything Sylas learned about this world made him second guess everything else. It was as though they wanted him to take it all in with a grain of salt.
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