"Nosphaleen."
Sylas pulled her out of the Hibernation Realm and matched her gaze.
"Yes, master."
Nosphaleen lowered her head, a slight blush on her cheeks. Sylas was finding that her tone and feel around him were changing more and more every day, and a part of him was starting to think if Old Brama's words about Charysms held some light truth to them.
He certainly wasn't a Demon, that much was obvious. But if he was characterizing himself purely on the characteristics of a Charysm, he had all the tools that were necessary.
He had Demonic Will, and he had an ocular method capable of projecting his Will out into the world. These were the two main components of what made a Charysm.
Well… there was also the evolution of Charisma itself, but Sylas had never received a Title for that, and even Andromeda hadn't had any backend information about it either. It was either this information was sealed tight and hidden away, or no one knew anything about it.
'It should be possible…'
