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Sylas exhaled a breath, and all at once, the surge of pain hit him in a wave. He swayed, and his body almost collapsed, but he bit his tongue hard.
He pulled the ballista back into his Madness Key and rushed forward, storing Azrael's corpse away.
He didn't have the time to waste here because he knew that the pig demons were almost certainly on their way to this location as well.
Slinking away into the darkness, his gaze flashed with a green light. It wasn't yet time to return to safety and lick his wounds. The moment he felt that he had a decent enough recovery, he had to go back and attack the village as quickly as possible. He gave himself three hours at most.
If others could read his thoughts, they would without a doubt think that Sylas had completely lost his mind, but there was a very good reason he was making this decision. And greed wasn't anywhere near the top of the list.