Chapter 1293 - 501
Five hundred and one F-tiers.
It was a shocking number, the sort of army that most on the tier of F would find themselves running in the opposite direction of.
These weren’t normal F-tiers. They were the geniuses of the Sanctum, young, budding experts that would one day become the pillars of the Sanctum, helping to raise up the next of them.
Any one of these F-tiers could have ruled Earth if they had been plopped down there. And yet, they were now all gone in a matter of moments.
Gralith was still sitting in his chair, his eyes still closed. What scene was playing out was clear enough to him, though. He knew what kind of character Sylas had, that was why he was surprised he had appeared so early.
But after guessing that Sylas had likely become the new Dominus Paragon, he felt that it made more sense.
Sylas wouldn’t easily put his life in the hands of others if he could help it. But he also knew that growing entirely alone was impossible as well. He would definitely come here as a result, but he wouldn’t do so if he would be the bottom of the barrel.
If he appeared in the Sanctum, it meant that he ahd already grown tot he point he felt that he could hold his own against those of his own tier, and in all likelihood even against those a tier higher.
When Sylas chose to take such an aggressive stance, Gralith knew that this undersatnding was correct. He wasn’t going to leave his acceptance ceremony to luck. He would force a Disputed Rite that would leave no doubt at all.
Sylas had always been sharp. That day Gralith snapped at him for a simple deduction had told Sylas all he needed to know about the situation in the Sanctum though he had yet to step a single foot into it.
They were definitely hiding secrets he didn’t understand, and these secrets had seemingly also become enough of a cancer taht even an entire Lineage was suffering for it.
Why would the Scorpion Lineage’s key skill, [Earth Escape], be so antithetical to the core of what it meant to be a scorpion?