Unless
[Richen Versuvius]
[Level: 38]
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Sylas held the man out as though he was nothing more than a strung-up chicken, his expression calm. It would take nothing more than a change of his intent to burn this man to ash, but there was a reason other than his own distaste for these Grand Priests that had caused him to capture him like this rather than allowing him to die with the others.
"What were you trying to do here?" Sylas asked calmly.
The man's throat was being clamped down, and <King's Bind> was still very much active, so talking seemed to be impossible. However, Sylas wasn't really expecting an answer… not just yet, that is.
As expected, the man seemed to have no intention at all to speak.
Sylas' gaze flashed and a sparkling sort of murkiness appeared deep within it.
Compelling Gaze.