No Suspense
Sylas took deep breaths.
Today, he had already been through far too many battles. Just getting to this point required going through seas of government officials and literal monkeys, not to mention a Bronze King Beast.
He barely got a short break before Vesta's change had forced him to suffer a terrible injury, all before he was thrown into a battle with the mysterious Dogons.
Now, his Scorpion Warlord Armor had shattered, the Basilisk King was still in slumber deep under the bed of lava, and the Metarock Szorn had dug up had yet to be stored away either.
He had left it out because their repelling effect on the heat and lava gave the Basilisk King a better environment for a breakthrough. But the result was that he had been caught with his pants down… and for not even the first time today.