Sylas devoured the food before him. There weren't any seasonings, and they had barely been heated up to manageable levels, but he swallowed it all eagerly nonetheless.
He didn't care about the taste. He had always seen food as a means to an end as early as he could remember. There was a reason why he had always passed off his desserts to his little sister. There was little to no nutritional value in a piece of cake—so why would he eat it?
Right now, though, the food itself was even less important to him. His thoughts were spinning, trying to consider what steps to take next.
He thought that he would be able to secure a major victory for himself with this move, and ironically enough he had… it was just that the victory was too major.
This entire section of the universe had suddenly lost the influence of the strongest Thryskai, and now their Mortal Clans would likely be vying for position to become the new Thryskai Demi-Gods.
