Sylas stepped onto the Sanctum's planet. His steps were calm, and he didn't look like he had just returned from saving his galaxy from yet another invasion.
But this was simply how he usually was. There was always a taller mountain out there.
This time, he had stayed a step away, but it had only opened up more problems. How would the Purvon react? What would be waiting for him at the Sanctum Gathering? What would the Kaelthar do? How would the Petals of the Seeing Thorn Matriarch react to her daughter's death?
He could see all of the problems lining up one after another. He wasn't lucky enough to have these matters dealt with for him, nor was he lucky enough that a single death would deal with all of his problems.
Unfortunately, what he had done would only bring down a fiercer oppression onto him. That said…
"Hand it over," Sylas said.
He stood with his back to his ship, looking up at the leaderboard of names ahead of him.
