[He watches the scene unfold with that same knowing smirk. Six’s hand remains raised, confusion etched on the erune’s features—the auction master, oblivious to the undercurrents, hammers down with finality. The crowd is still murmuring, some exchanging glances, others caught up in the remnants of the earlier brawl. But Sylus? He’s completely unfazed.
In the blink of an eye, Sylus is no longer on the stage before anyone can truly register it. He’s standing right next to Six as if the distance between them had never existed in the first place. The silver markings on his skin shimmer faintly under the light, and his presence, though sudden, feels as if it had been inevitable all along.] Well, then. What next?
idk you tell me
In the blink of an eye, Sylus is no longer on the stage before anyone can truly register it. He’s standing right next to Six as if the distance between them had never existed in the first place. The silver markings on his skin shimmer faintly under the light, and his presence, though sudden, feels as if it had been inevitable all along.] Well, then. What next?