"Think about it. Is it cooler to defeat demons and leave with, 'I'll leave the rest to you,' or to stick around screaming, 'Bow to me! Worship me! I am the hero!'?"
Godfrey's mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Meanwhile, Sylas focused on the mechanism, adjusting the gears as he went.
"All right, just a few more adjustments here, and a hundred rotations all at once should do the trick…"
Clank, clank, clank.
"No! Don't—!" Godfrey yelled, but it was too late. The machine clicked into place, and the floor in the center of the chamber opened, revealing an object rising up—a small, heart-shaped gem that gleamed like a rare treasure.
"So this is the dragon's heart," Sylas murmured.
"Do not touch it! I have not granted you permission! I have not—!" Godfrey's hologram raged, helpless as Sylas reached for the heart.
Ignoring the outraged ghostly figure, Sylas picked up the dragon's heart.