Sylas landed on the ground and walked into Casstle Main. As he crossed the empty sheer cliffs that separated it from the rest of the land, it was like time was reversing in real time. The destroyed earth reformed itself until it was like nothing had changed at all.
His mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Isolde watched her son from a distance, her hands still gripping themselves a bit nervously. But after a long while, she chuckled and shook her head.
She knew her son better than anyone. That face… he was still angry.
She had known very early on that her son wasn't normal. If she had to break down the most fundamental difference between Sylas and everyone else, it was that he didn't derive pleasure the same way. Namely, the reactions of others weren't what moved his mood.
