Sylas leaned against a wall in a secluded place, his breathing heavy. The backlash of fusing with the Basilisk King was somewhat lesser now, but it still wasn't the best. That was why he ended the fight as quickly as possible, even at the cost of heavier injuries. Though, he had a feeling that was the best course of action to take no matter what.
The General was incredibly strong, too strong. Sylas even had a feeling that he had more Skills he wasn't able to get around to using because Sylas so quickly pushed him into a corner. The City Lord, by comparison, would only be stronger than that. If Sylas wanted to eventually take him down, he would need more strength than just this alone.
'If only I could get my hands on stronger freeze Skills…'