Sylas held out the scythe, his gaze calm. Black-gold fog radiated from its blade, the space it had just torn apart resisting the weaving of it back together as though it had almost been harmed beyond repair.
This scythe had been missing from his Monkey King Armor. None of the other Emperor Armors had a weapon attached to them, but who said that Sylas had to follow their plans?
The tale of the Monkey King could obviously not be told without his staff. If it were just an additional add-on, an irrelevant piece of information, then the Will of the Monkey King itself wouldn't have spawned back in this reality with a version of it.
Sylas felt that this was exactly what he needed to bridge the gap between beast and man—a tool. It was often the symbol of separation between the two Races, whether in a world without a Summoning, one that had just passed it, or one that had long since passed it.
Men used weapons. Beasts used claws.
