Sylas let the Madness Key rest to his chest and exhaled a breath. Although it was nothing but speculation, he trusted his deductive abilities. The odds that this was the truth were quite good.
Maybe he had some details wrong, but the skeleton should be correct.
Sylas walked back over to the Runes and knew exactly what he had to do now.
'This platform is meant to send Will projections one way. That means, if I reverse the flow...'
Sylas sat down, circulating . Large amounts of Aether poured toward him, and his fatigued might was being quickly replenished.
In not even a few minutes, his eyes snapped open, his gaze sharpening.
The twin pair of 20 Foundation Runes appeared in his irises once again and his Will bloomed. But this time, it was much more focused.
The air bent and twisted, and then suddenly...
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The Runes on the platform, formed of the strongest material available to Earth currently, shattered apart one after another, shards flying in all directions.
However, the vast majority of what had once made up the Runes were ground into a fine powder, allowing them to escape a tragic fate.
Sylas collapsed to his back, gasping for breath. He could feel his Will slowly replenishing thanks to the passive effects of , but he wasn't paying much attention to that as something else had come to his attention.
>[Quell the unrest of Egypt]
'So this is Egypt... why do the buildings feel so much more like Rome? Has there always been such crossover?'
Sylas was intelligent, but that didn't mean he knew everything. He wasn't a historian, and much of ancient history was suppressed to begin with. The only reason he even knew some of these things was because of the System City Library.
But this task was definitely troublesome. Until now, they had been simple, one or two action threads to insert. But now... he wasn't even sure where to start.
He would need to find out what his position was in Egypt. Was he just a Great King here? Or everywhere? What other powers were there?
'No... the scope can't possibly be this wide, or else it would defeat the purpose of there being Legs to begin with. So why would it be so vague?'
Sylas frowned in thought.
'Quell the unrest of Egypt... Mountains of Giza...'
It felt like it was on the tip of his tongue.
And then his gaze flashed. He remembered something important.
Just because he was out of the Pyramids now, did that mean that it was all over? Wouldn't there still be matters related to it? Otherwise, why would the Dungeon be called the Mountains of Giza? Once again... plural.
Sylas found what he was looking for the next day when the festivities were through.
In this world, Egypt wasn't a country... at least not yet.
Egypt was a temple. Or more accurately, it was a religious library. And more accurately than that, it was once a normal library that was commandeered by the current religion of this world.
It was also known by another name to the people of Sylas' time...
The Library of Alexandria. The very one that Julius Caesar would accidentally burn many decades from now.
Right this moment, however... this location was the largest collection of knowledge in the entire world. And it was known by the people here as Egypt.
Sylas wasn't sure if this was truly how it was in the past, or if this was one of the distortions in history the Madness Key mentioned might happen when you were dealing with a Split Realm, but the answer didn't matter.
It seemed that he would have to travel to this library now.
After making sure that everything in his city was truly settled, he did exactly that, setting out with a convoy with Alex along with Cole and his family.
Sylas sat in silence in a luxurious carriage. His legs were crossed, his eyes were closed, and he had a peaceful countenance on his face. However, his mind was anything but.
He delved into the Madness Key.
[Scorpion Warlord (???) (Inheritance Crystal)]
[Would you like to accept this Inheritance?]
Sylas chose to trust the Madness Key. If he couldn't trust it, then his entire journey might as well come to an end right here and now.
He felt his senses warp, and when he appeared again, he stood at the bottom of the long, winding black staircase.
High above, further than he could see very clearly, there was the outline of a statue.
If he was correct, it was a much larger version of the Scorpion Warlord statue he had seen in the underground abandoned city.
Sylas looked around, and thought that there would be nothing left but to try and take the first step. But before he could, there was a shimmering ripple that took shape high above his head. An eye. A red one, slit right down the middle to reveal a flickering abyss of darkness.
"Are you willing to take on my mantle? That of the Scorpion Warlord."
"I am." Sylas replied calmly.
The voice sounded akin to hundreds speaking down at him all at once, but they didn't sound particularly different. It was almost like mature and immature versions of the same voice were all talking at the same time.
An aura descended from above. However...
It was repelled the moment it touched Sylas.
The eye narrowed. "You... have the aura of a Master of Serpents."
Sylas was surprised by this answer. He thought that maybe the eye had tried to take over his body or something to that effect and the Madness Key had stepped in. But that didn't seem to
"You are not compatible with my master. Leave."
"And if I don't?" Sylas asked.
Lines of pressure suddenly filled the skies as the eye formed a furious momentum. Sylas felt
as though the world was ending around him.