The guards holding Sylas were blown away, a blazing green flame threatening to burn the dungeon to the ground. The chains on Sylas' wrists and ankles rattled so hard that one would have thought that they might completely shatter, but Sylas himself stood in place as though nothing at all had happened.
His Will became sharper and more concentrated, so much so that his thoughts practically became tangible. He didn't move, but the guards, who had already picked themselves up, found it difficult even to get close.
It wasn't a physical restraint, but it was like if they got any closer, their minds would completely collapse.
He finally understood.
[Your Comprehension of Madness has deepened]
[Madness has reached Silver Mastery]
[Madness (F) - Silver]
[The Madness consumes you, but does not control you. Instead, it becomes your tool to both control yourself and others. You, while steeped in Madness, maintain your wits about you. Your enemies, though, are not so lucky]
[+400% Charisma]
[+250% Will]
[Tickets: 451]
He could feel his Gluttony Seed thrumming with life as though a mysterious force had suddenly begun to feed it. His aura became sharper, more savage. Though his expression remained indifferent, there was something more real about it... as though he was more assured in the man he was.
It was the kind of confidence that couldn't be faked, the kind of confidence that even the most incompetent of laymen could feel to the depths of their very souls.
Sylas exhaled a slow breath and shook his body. Shards of ice poison fell from him and the guards shivered.
It was a long while before they finally collected themselves enough to escort Sylas. However, the fear on their expressions never faded.
...
Sylas walked into a simple court before he was escorted to an odd banister of sorts. In reality, it was just a small enclosure in the middle of the court where everyone could look down toward him. He wasn't exactly caged since there was no ceiling, but it was also clear that he wasn't meant to move around freely... well, if the ankle and wrist chains weren't enough. Looking up, Sylas saw that there was a panel of five people, including a familiar Captain Bas. It seemed that this form of court martial wouldn't be tried by a single judge, but rather by this panel of people.
Sylas couldn't help if they were truly so incompetent that in these days, none of them had questioned his team about what had happened, or if they had made him wait for so long in order to come up with a different contingency plan.
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