Sylas stood in silence on the Level 30 Bazaar. On the roof of the taller high-rise here, he felt like he could see the entire world with a glance. If he tilted his head up just the slightest bit, he might even be able to feel the mistiness of the clouds that hugged the rays of the sun on his forehead.
It wasn't long before there was a flash of violet across the skies, a vessel zooming over and stopping in front of him. Honestly, it looked sleeker and faster than even the Thryskai one he had used before, but this wasn't too much of a surprise.
The vessel he had stolen from the Thryskai might have been great compared to what Sylas was used to, but they were ultimately just grunts.
By comparison, Nyssa's standing was on another level. It wasn't a surprise that she would have access to much greater things.
