Sylas
"Listen up, dragon soul. I am ready to do whatever you want, as long as you tell me what that beast is and how we can get rid of it and break through that world," Sylas demanded, his voice steady even as he slowly lowered his head and bowed. "Please, Sarak."
Sarak burst out laughing in response. "I never thought that after thousands of years, I would see you, Anzel, bowing to me," he snapped his fingers, and the trembling stopped.
That was the second time Sylas had heard the dragon soul mention an Anzel, but he had no idea who that was. "Who is Anzel?" he asked out of curiosity, slowly raising his head to meet Sarak's gaze.
Sarak's face shifted until it was identical to his father's. He suddenly appeared in front of Sylas, laughing, though Sylas's expression did not falter. He didn't find Sarak funny. He held his straight face until Sarak finally walked away.
