Sylas immediately felt pain. Visceral, unrelenting pain that sank to the deepest depths of his body. It tore into his psyche, his Will, and made him feel as though he was right back in the Slithering Madness Dungeon.
It had been a very long time since he had felt something like this, but there was something particularly dark and sinister about the lineage of the Thryskai that he had simply not been prepared for.
It was either this, or he had underestimated the Thryskai by a large margin. It wasn't just their Genes that came with sturdy protections, but how could they not protect their eyes as well?
It wasn't that Sylas hadn't thought of this possibility, but instead that he had no way of knowing ahead of time that this would be the case.
