[Bonus thanks to Rikstingray <3]
Sylas' gaze turned toward Oron. He neither seemed surprised nor vindicated. His expression remained the same as it always did, other than the barest cold light that flickered by his emerald irises like a cloud across the full moon.
The other Emperors were shocked, but some felt a small bit of admiration stir within them. It wasn't easy for someone used to such a lofty position to lower their head like this.
If Sylas could accept this, that would be great. If he was unreasonable and wanted every one of them to bow, then it was simply a case of dealing with an unreasonable person.
Since all of this trouble, in the eyes of those present, had started because of Gralith, it made sense that Oron would take this upon himself.
Sylas directly ignored Oron and spoke calmly.
"Bring me to where your Ancestors and potential God Beasts are."
The 713th Whale Emperor was taken aback once again.
How did Sylas know this?
