Chapter 1268: No
Sylas caught his badge, his telekinesis and Aetherborn Will working together to form a thread of green that hung the badge from one of his belt loops.
Old Brama’s lip finally twitched.
With the same stride, Sylas turned to the side, walking down the lane and ignoring the streams of people of various Races moving in and out. Most wouldn’t recognize the badge, and that didn’t bother him in the slightest.
One might think that it was the True Pride Seed talking, and maybe that was it in part. But Sylas’ vision was out further than that.
From what he understood about the disciple acceptance ceremony, there was a part of the category that was quite arbitrary and based on feel. The matter of reputation and the so-called "face" of the Beast Warlord Sanctum was factored in.
This was an odd tradition if you asked Sylas. After all, this was something that Gralith had decided on personally. It seemed weird that the Beast Warlord Sanctum had a say in who one of their most powerful members took as a disciple and who they didn’t.
But that wasn’t something for Sylas to decide.
Right about now, he didn’t have much of a reputation, and revealing himself as Dominus Paragon would be a bit silly for the time being. Whoever he had taken it from was in all likelihood looking for it like a madman right now, and it would restrict his actions too much to end up in such a quagmire.
That wasn’t something Old Brama could protect him from. In all likelihood, that person and their backing were impossibly far beyond Brama’s own.