The moment Sylas sat, he felt a chill creep into his bones, a sharp pain that wanted him to yield.
He shattered it with a thought.
Ironically enough, to him, this was far easier than the Trial had been.
The more familiar Sylas became with the world, the deeper his understanding of the system's inner workings became.
When he thought about it… why was it that a city would need its City Lord to be tied to it? At the core of it, Sylas believed that it wasn't so different from the existence of a Mount.
A Mount was a beast that didn't have strength unless it was being ridden. Even the Hollow Wing was little more than a prop waiting to be killed unless someone was on its back.
In the Golden Grove's Secret Realm, Sylas had to hand the Hollow Wing over to Alex and Jala just to make it work. It couldn't function independently as a beast and have the natural advantages that Mounts usually did at the same time.
Cities were much the same.
