Sylas didn't speak to anyone when he stepped into the Golden Grove. Having Old Brama by his side seemed to be enough, but honestly speaking, even if the old man hadn't been there, Sylas doubted that he would have had very much of a problem.
The first time he came here, he had felt small. Well, it was quite hard for him to feel such a way. It was more accurate to say that he was small despite his much larger sense of self.
There was no denying that. The people of the Golden Grove had been overlords to the Milky Way. They had had C-tiers, existences that Sylas had never come across personally before.
Though he had already met Gralith back then, that had been nothing more than a projection. But here, everyone was real and tangible.
Now… Sylas had a very hard time taking them seriously.
