[Bonus thanks to Kalinus <3 if I can't sleep, you all can't sleep either]
Sylas was well aware of what was happening in the outside world. He would never lose all his senses in enemy territory, and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what the Weaver Guild was right now.
He just didn't care.
To him, the most important thing was his improvement. In all honesty, he didn't even care if the mechanism broke and falsely assigned him a year.
His thinking on the matter was quite simple.
There was only so complex F-tier Rune Mastery could ever be.
What challenge could they throw at him that he was unable to comprehend?
Sylas only spent a fleeting few microseconds even considering this matter before he turned his attention back to his body. A map of his Layers was becoming clearer, and as this happened, he felt like he was on the verge of sensing something he hadn't been able to before.
His Dao.
