Sylas' hair danced and sparks of lightning shimmered within it. At least, that was what it looked like from afar. But if you looked more closely, it wasn't that lightning was sparking… but instead that his hair itself was flashing toward forms and shapes of Glassvolt, sometimes looking like reflective emerald crystal, and at other times like emerald bolts.
The world shook and whined, the Runes of A-Grade Medley—or what was left of them—reacting in kind and amplifying it several times over.
'How interesting… I only came to this conclusion 10% of the time? Impossible.'
Sylas didn't believe that he would only run into this solution 10% of the time. When he ran the simulation in his own mind, he tended toward this path a lot more. Logically, the percentages should have shifted toward this.
While it was true that reaching this conclusion was far harder than reaching the others, that didn't sway Sylas in the slightest. He always measured himself by his own standards.
