Chapter 1182: The True Scorned Wraps (1)
Sylas stood in silence for a very long while before he spoke.
"Are these how we hide our Seeds from the system?"
The little girl fell into silence for a long while.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you’re too smart for your own good?"
Sylas didn’t reply, his mind churning at the obvious affirmative. The girl was essentially saying that he was a fool for taking the Scorned Wraps as a positive.
They weren’t wraps. They were chains.
Necessary chains. Ones that existed for the sake of allowing Madness Disciples to be among the living and not suffer under the constant oppression of the system of the time they lived in.
"Then why is part of being a Madness Disciple provoking the system? Why is that a requirement for moving up Tiers?"
The little girl chuckled. "If you can’t prove that you can suffer beneath the system’s Wrath, what right do you have to be one of us? When you become a Tier Four Disciple, you will feel the difference. I’ve seen you using the Scorned Wraps like they are some sort of tool. You don’t seem to realize that every time you evoke their power, all you’re really doing is being humiliated by the world.
"Can’t you see that those flames aren’t from the Scorned Wraps? Those flames are the flames that would scorch you to ash if you weren’t wearing them. Those flames manifest to kill anything that is even remotely associated with you, even by—"
"Even by thought," Sylas said.