Sylas' eyes opened slowly.
He had been awake for a while, and these so-called "heavy injuries" weren't all that heavy at all. Although his healing factor had taken a large hit after he formed his Tier 2 Runeweaver Eyes, it wasn't to the point that it was as useless as it had once been. He was still in a decent State of Wealth situation.
Plus, the Sylphs were almost amusingly weak. Sylas had grown so used to fighting humanoids and beasts with shocking talent, graded at the FF- and beyond ranges even on a scale of the Skai 11331 Galaxy as a whole, that he had forgotten that the vast majority were made up of such inferior beings.
The Sylphs had once been the bane of Sylas' existence. One of the earliest tragedies he could remember was almost losing his life at the hands of a Level 15 who couldn't even use their full array of abilities.
