If looks could kill, one might easily be able to imagine how Sylas could have died ten times over by now. It was hard to fathom that a 12-year-old could make such an expression, but Leia was also no 12-year-old.
Her body was that of one, but that was only because she had just reincarnated. In fact, much like her grandmother had said, she should still be a baby now. This age was already the product of her accelerating her growth rapidly.
Sylas wasn't sure of the ins and outs of how the Analei's abilities worked, but the moment he saw that Leia was, indeed, on the younger side now, he pieced this together himself.
It seemed that she was trying to speed her way to killing him.
The realization that an A-tier with every intention of taking his head was standing before him didn't faze Sylas in the slightest. In fact, even when she was barely a meter from him, he didn't react.
However, his lack of expression was one thing; his state of readiness was a completely different matter.
