Shaken.
It was the only word that could seemingly describe their feelings now.
This world was one where the strong preyed on the weak. Maybe on Earth this was true to a small extent, but there had always been laws, rules, morality of a certain sort that protected those who were somewhat unable to protect themselves.
But in this world, that wasn't possible. It should never be possible.
For someone as weak as Cassarae to have an organization as large as the Petals of the Seeing Thorn by the balls… it almost never happened.
No. To say almost was to make it seem as though there were some examples. But these examples would be so scarce that even by laws of probability they were effectively null.
Seeing their reactions, Cassarae's own gaze flickered.
According to her original plan, she would have to fight with a more tug-of-war style, dancing on a blade's edge and trying to carve a small path out.
This felt like a nuclear option, one that was almost too bold to take given their strength.
But that last line of Sylas' Legendary City Stele…
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[Special Status: Primus Imperius Bound. Property of Sylas Grimblade]
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It seemed to be the key to everything.
Bound Treasures were extraordinarily rare; Sylas just wasn't quite aware of this because he had been handed two of them the moment he stepped foot into this world—that being the Madness Key and the Scorned Wraps.
To have a Treasure bound by a certain law or rule or regulation wasn't a simple matter. A Bound Law was akin to a physical law written into the world; it couldn't be overridden by a casual amount of strength at all.
There was no point in having a Bound Law if a D-tier could just burst through the restrictions whenever they wanted.
No. Bound Treasures had rules that even S-tiers couldn't take casually, regulations that even the Gods of the universe weren't able to flout at will.
A Bound City Stele? That was as good as having a city that could not be conquered.
For as long as Sylas had the Primus Imperium Title, this City Stele wouldn't be able to be used by anyone not acknowledged by him. Or more accurately, no one not acknowledged by him that didn't also share the last name Grimblade.
This much Cassarae could understand. She also understood just the sort of weight a City Stele had.
While it was easy to forget just how important City Steles were—to the point that all of the most powerful heirs of Earth's hidden families were fighting tooth and claw just for a mere Bronze Stele—that was only because the outside world was far too established.
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