Sylas stared at Cassarae for a long while.
"So, let me get this straight. You left incestuous monuments in your wake, and you made Szorn do it?"
"Well, I wasn't going to fucking do it myself, now was I? That's gross."
Sylas stared at her for a while longer. "Who?"
"It doesn't matter all that much, does it?"
"Not really. If you managed to get out, and their old were so susceptible to being manipulated in such a way, it's doubtful they're powerful enough to care about."
"Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you calling me weak?"
Sylas only stared back, and Cassarae's smile became dangerous once again.
"I seem to remember my Will breaking someone else's. And I'm just a tiny level 0. You have a lot of shit to talk for someone who just got their ass handed to them by an F-tier."
"Mm." Sylas nodded, thinking about Cassarae's Sword Aura.
