Malikhi awoke to a scene of Sylas walking away. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he didn't decide to continue to follow him. Something told him that the things Sylas did would make it back to him one way or another.
There was a flicker of darkness in Malikhi's eyes that came from the very depths of his soul. Memories of how he had fallen in his last life replayed in his mind. The rage flashed for a moment before dissipating.
If only he had had such a talent.
He looked away from Sylas and then up to the skies. Was that ceiling really impossible to break through?
Sylas could hardly take a step without swarms of people trying to block his path and his way. He only wanted to return to the receptionist desk to get a teleportation to a region he had already honed in on, but he hardly took three steps before he had to sidestep several people.
On the way there, there was even a sea of... people Cassarae would have probably liked to put the heads of on pikes.
Undoubtedly, said people were all too interested in trying to get him to spend his million Merits on them.
In Malikhi's opinion, the best resources Sylas could get were at the D-tier with this amount, but the scope of Sylas and Malikhi was far beyond the scopes of normal Rune Masters.
There were even C-tiers that sent Sylas more than one signal, and honestly speaking, if not for his promise, Sylas might have thought about it.
That wasn't because of the Lust Seed or because he was incapable of controlling his carnal desires, but instead because Sylas felt there actually might be quite some benefit in bedding such strong existences.
These C-tiers, though shameless enough to do something like this, weren't exactly the sort of C-tiers that Sylas had come across in the past. They were orders of magnitude stronger. They were even stronger than the Professor woman by a good margin. Any one of them could have killed the latter with a few exchanges.
And these were the weakest of the Weaver Guild.
Thankfully, thanks to Malikhi's previous deterrence, the state of things wasn't as terrible as they could have been. No one endeavored to physically restrain Sylas, at the very least. And with the added protection of Fanelei on top of that, he eventually managed to make it to where he wanted.
He booked a teleportation and was gone seconds later.
However, even though he had vanished, the word of what he had done was spreading like wildfire, raging through the guild like it had grown legs of its own.
And soon, it reached even Fanelei's ears. That and those of her granddaughter as well, of course.
**
Sylas found himself in a library that could only be described as out of this world.
The rocky walls of the asteroid they were in paneled the surroundings in a regal and textured scene. Large windows were embedded right into the unique curves and structures. To one side, one could see the spinning globe that was Planet Weaver, and through the other, you could see the endless expanse of stars. ππ£πππππππΌππ²πΉ.ππ π
By comparison, the library itself was quite simple. Shelves as tall as the eye could see, formed from a deep, dark, and rich wood that made one feel warm and cozy despite the expansive size of everything. It looked like the one thing one could have found on Earth.
Well, except for the fact that no wood of Earth would possibly be structurally sound at this kind of height.

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