"What?"
They saw the screen, feeling a Will reaching out and blanketing their own, but they were still having a hard time grasping what it was they were seeing.
The word Earth was like a flashbang in their minds. Even if there had been a language barrier, it was irrelevant when the Ancient Ithkuil was practically engraved onto their minds.
This could have been the very first day they had heard the word Progenitor, and yet they would have fully understood exactly what it meant for Sylas to hold such a Title.
However, even while understanding completely, they didn't know how to react.
For one, Sylas wasn't a Clypsian. He was a Human Simioid—whatever that was supposed to mean. As far as they knew, this probably meant that the Overlord Race of Earth had swapped hands again. Although there was some solace in the fact he wasn't a Dogon, that wasn't enough for them to feel completely at ease either.
