Vice
Sylas's breathing was slow and steady. Celestial Republic soldiers were running from him in droves, and he couldn't be bothered to go after them at all.
It only made sense that they were scared shitless. After all, their General's unconscious body was now dripping blood from his hand. However, Sylas hadn't killed him just yet.
Darla, Paul, and General Song stood not a single chance when Sylas started to go all out. Their battle hardly lasted for more than a half minute.
Sylas looked toward where Grin's blade was and reached out a hand. A green aura surged forward, a long arm extending from his palm, wrapping around it, ripping it out of the tree, and sending it into the Madness Key.
He didn't take a look at it for now because there was something more important to do.
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Sylas returned to the Celestial Republic, feeling the snow falling on his body.