Chapter 1259: How [Bonus]
Sylas stood without much of a word, scanning the situation in front of him.
The Duchess. The Duke. The Archer. And then there was a fourth he didn’t know much about.
"You..." the Duchess barely got the words out when Sylas had already acted.
The Hibernation Realm sparked into existence, three looming figures appearing from high above and slamming down toward the Duke, the Archer, and the fourth unknown figure.
Sylas’ mouth opened, and before the Duke could say anything, he spoke out his name in Ancient Ithkuil.
The first time Sylas had done this, he did so on a whim, unsure how well he would be able to do it. When Gogo spoke out his name the first time, it had felt like he was hearing the Runes of a language far more ancient than Ancient Ithkuil piercing into his mind.
Recalling that memory, something clicked for him. A True Name wasn’t just a name—it was meaning distilled into Will, a condensing of a far greater meaning into syllables and words.
Speaking out a True Name the normal way was easy enough, and the translation of the Duchess’ words to him was simple enough. However, he could feel that there was a filter.
He assumed that there was a better way to use a True Name, maybe a special technique or method that only the best of Demon hunters would have. But Sylas didn’t have that, and he almost certainly couldn’t afford to ask the Madness Key about it if a True Name was already something that only the Noblest of Demons could have in the first place.
So he found his own solution.
Through Ancient Ithkuil, speaking out the name made it so that it was projected from his Will itself. And because of that, he could link the words he spoke with his True Pride Seed. Like this, his ability to suppress the Duke in specific was orders of magnitude greater.