Sylas continued to stare at the small black box like he hadn't just come across the realization of the millennia.
He might have come to what he thought was the right conclusion, but what he still didn't know was what this meant for him moving forward.
A Race that had planned so far ahead… if they had done it unselfishly, then Sylas could simply take everything and move forward with it. He was the Progenitor of Earth and potentially a descendant of this Race, so it was as much his birthright as it was anyone else's. In fact, it was more his birthright than anyone else's.
Sylas wasn't the sort to care about something like that, as he only cared what he could accomplish on his own, but when it came to matters of his family, it was different. There was no denying that the help of the First Race of Earth would make a huge difference.
