Draft
Sylas dropped his sister down and the two went their separate ways to clean themselves up. There were more than enough bathrooms in the house and Sylas could already smell breakfast in the air, but his mind was on other things.
'The internet is going down, and I wouldn't be surprised if soon all electronic devices stopped working. In that case, my goal to use a supercomputer to analyze the Basilisk King's genome might be a pipe dream… is the only solution to improve my Wisdom to the point I can analyze it myself?'
Sylas shook his head.
No, he didn't have so much time to waste. He would have to find a way to get off the Brown family compound before technology became completely useless.
Soon came the third day. The day of the draft.
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